Today (S.L.A.B.ed) - Trae Tha Truth, Lil B, Boss

Dubs up round here, Assholes baby

S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin'

That’s how it go down, round here in the H

You feel me, hitting switches on bitch ass niggas

Spinners platinum line, and if you with that jacking shit

I’mma make a ho drop today, with the Glock today

Might swang on a cop, through the block today

I got a couple G’s off, in the stash today

On a full time slang, for the pay

I’mma make a ho drop today, with the Glock today

Might swang on a bop on jock today

I got a couple G’s off, in the stash today

On a full time slang, for the pay

When you see me creeping through the lot, with my trunk on pop

J2 got the Ken, Germasee got the Glock

I’m a Slow Loud And Banger, representing for the S.L.A.B

When I put up the houpe, I’mma go and get the Jag

And I swoop to the West, scooping up the T-Head

And we be chilling in the hood, steady making our bread

And then I swang to the sto', picking up more do'

I mash the gas, hollin' at the Raw C and the Moe

Big Nick hit my phone, gave me keys to the spot

He told me meet him at the Marion, around eight o’clock

So I hit the back streets, trying to dodge all the cops

I’m a Southwest nigga, bitch my block stay hot

Boss pulling out the garage, eight switches on charge

Flipping the big 'vard, cocked up pointed at Mars

Young Loc dodging bars, as I lace up my stars

Fo' danas on the coupe, as I ride three pause

Back scraping sun baking, got the streets on lock

Six slugs for the busters, and fourteen for the cops

Drag the Cheve up the block, nonstop

Bandanas on me antenna, stash spot full of rocks

Can’t see me with a brand new blue flag, sporting it like a du-rag

Blue deuce ragtop, two Mag’s and new tags

I kinda like, to keep the cuff on my Khakis

I put juice on my seven deuce, so now these niggas mad at me

Fuck you and a bullet go with it nigga, so come and get it

Every corner I bend it, to turn heads I intended

Smash pass your weak ass, neighborhood in a minute

Niggas can’t see me, I cop mo' keys than a city

I’mma bang a whole block away, when I drop today

In this jet black whip, that I copped today

I got a 6−7 Cheve, that I just got sprayed

Even better fo' G’s, out the safe I pay

Bad bitches get layed, 'fore I hit my turf

Forty rounds in the clip, cause niggas know what I’m worth

Most niggas in the game, wanna play ya for lame

So I’m quick to mask up, and let the HK sang

Like the Screw that I bang, when I’m gripping the grain

On Main with a dame, while she giving me brain

But the throwed off part, the bitch don’t know my name

My mouthpiece off the chain, that’s a god damn shame

I’mma pull up on that West stay, with J

It’s ABK, so break bread with a nigga right away

We ain’t buying that bullshit, that you niggas talking

When we see you in the streets, bitch nigga keep walking

Try to run up on my folks, with that jacking shit

My slugs eat a nigga up, like a savage bitch

I dig me a ditch, for the next to plex

And if I throw a shot, you gon be the next to catch

I pull up in a big truck, stacking big bucks

With bops on jocks, who hot for these sluts

I’m a playa, won’t fuck with nothing but dimes

Cause these hoes only want me, cause I floss and I rhyme

No nickle and dime, I grind full time for mine

Still that same G Lil' B, off the Grapevine

Running with Rob and Chris, trying to get my hoop on

Click got split, so I had to move on

To this rap shit crap shit, beat a nigga ass shit

Quick to let the black, .45 Caliber blast shit

Now cashing checks, breaking no sweat

Listening to all my dogs, tell a nigga I wreck

I’m sitting so low, Shep in the wide frame

Rep the 4−4, for the set that I claim

I’m afilliated bitch, Asshole is the gang

Game I shoot fly, like I’m in a soul plane

I’m a 5−6 nigga, that’ll stomp your mug

Born and raised in the streets, so I’m known to thug

Fo' do' suicide, when I slide on dubs

I’m a G, bitch what you thought I was