Slab Bitch S.L.A.B. (Ft. Mr. 3-2 & Showtyme H-Town Undaboss)
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(*talking*)
Uh oh, S-L-A-B soldiers in this bitch mayn
Trae on the mic mayn, my lil' brother Galo
Classy D yes sir, it go down mayn
Slab soldiers for real, mob style for life mayn
Squeeze the block, till it ain't nothing left
This C.L., from the West mayn
[Hook - 4x]
S.L.A.B. bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
[Lil' B]
H.A.W.K. done rolled in a wide load, with candy paint on 84's
Got a calico for a hating hoe, that'll beat the clown like Bozo
I'll tag your toe when I hit you hard, let you know I really don't bar
Step on the scene then pull your broad, getting mad I'll pull your card
Call it far but that's how it go, down here in the S-O
Riding solo in a fo' do', call me Lil' B I'm Bybo
I wreck a show when I rock a stage, slab blasting off like a twelve gauge
Niggas seem amazed we on the front page, bout the feddy we getting paid
Playa made and that's on the click, but these bopping hoes be riding dick
I hit her quick then leave em sick, fuck shooting a arrow like cupid
They stupid I'm a thug nigga, stepping out in Gucci how you figga
Your bitch out of line you better gon get her, head buster I'm a wig splitter
You can't forget a nigga don't play, represent the Park I'm on Fewquay
I gotta let my top down on a sunny day, it's S.L.B. bitch get on out the way
Uh oh, S-L-A-B soldiers in this bitch mayn
Trae on the mic mayn, my lil' brother Galo
Classy D yes sir, it go down mayn
Slab soldiers for real, mob style for life mayn
Squeeze the block, till it ain't nothing left
This C.L., from the West mayn
[Hook - 4x]
S.L.A.B. bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
[Lil' B]
H.A.W.K. done rolled in a wide load, with candy paint on 84's
Got a calico for a hating hoe, that'll beat the clown like Bozo
I'll tag your toe when I hit you hard, let you know I really don't bar
Step on the scene then pull your broad, getting mad I'll pull your card
Call it far but that's how it go, down here in the S-O
Riding solo in a fo' do', call me Lil' B I'm Bybo
I wreck a show when I rock a stage, slab blasting off like a twelve gauge
Niggas seem amazed we on the front page, bout the feddy we getting paid
Playa made and that's on the click, but these bopping hoes be riding dick
I hit her quick then leave em sick, fuck shooting a arrow like cupid
They stupid I'm a thug nigga, stepping out in Gucci how you figga
Your bitch out of line you better gon get her, head buster I'm a wig splitter
You can't forget a nigga don't play, represent the Park I'm on Fewquay
I gotta let my top down on a sunny day, it's S.L.B. bitch get on out the way
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