Lyrics:
[Talking]
Yo, it's T2 and S.L.A.B
It's a remix, yes sir
[Trae]
They say that I'm not wrecking, I'm about to teach 'em a lesson
How niggaz get
Throwed wardrobe, by my bed son of a bastard
When it come to Cadillacs
Trae got that mastered
And the game that I got, way flyer than NASA
Me and Three 6
32 inches around, my neck
Guerilla Maab, all in my deck
Dougie D and Trae, just wrecked
A skeet taste, on 3D-2
Slowed down and chopped, by DJ Screw
Me
Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
My
the slab hold up
You see my slab (You see my slab)
You see my candy slab (Slab)
Picture perfect nigga
You should take a photograph
You see my chick (You see
through
With a tilted bumper kit
Guess who never left
But he back for the first time
Doing it like a star plus it's certified
By the way that I tip my car
Oh no, there go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
My
can't get broke
And that's all I know
Maintaining, doing my thang
Swanging in a slab, gripping on wood grain
That's just the life that I chose
Don't worry
time
Doing it like a star plus it's certified
By the way that I tip my car
Screw done told me back in the gap
That half these bitches wasn't shit
So I'm
Diamonds in my mouth caked up heavy frosting,
Trunk shakin like I got gorillas in it brawlin
84’s pokin and the 5th wheel fallin,
Slab sittin lower
out the slab, Dickies sagging with my chains on
Hopping fly, 'cause they seen the dropper with them thangs on
Lord knows, Trae'll leave them niggas
(*talking*)
The youngest guerilla in here mayn, Young Dyno
In here with Trae, D and S.L.A.B
We representing this to the fullest mayn, AK's loaded
I'ma go on and shine
Baller block niggas
On glass when I hop the lane
It's a damn shame
The way my top drop and swang
My slab doubling
And niggas be
Pop-Pop my trunk yep, yep, yep, yep (x4)
Verse 1 (Trae)
I'ma swang I'm a swanger slab lean to the left
Pop my trunk and show what I'm about so Houston,
Trae, mayne
Man, I'm feelin' so H Town right now
My nigga this big ass white ass cup
You know what I mean?
Slammin' them doors, pullin' them hoes
Yeah, you must be a motherfucking fool
To think
We ain't staying on this underground shit
Trae the Truth nigga, Asshole By Nature
Slow Loud
can't get broke
And that's all I know
Maintaining, doing my thang
Swanging in a slab, gripping on wood grain
That's just the life that I chose
Don't worry
it's like a one of a kind
And you might have a painted slab but it ain't pretty as mine
'Cause my candy, worth mo' than money can buy
Brought it
Lloyd, yeah you know what I'm on
Many girls are laid in my Styrofoam
And I'm in the H-Town, so don't play around
Or my nigga Trae tha Truth going to lay
messed up my vibe
Now the haters mine
It ain't no more friends
Ain't no more foes
Ain't no more kin folk, and no more hoes
Just me and the Maab, and SLAB
the drop, trunk pop and wave
These hoes be bopping, when my screens lit
I fly right by, so they don't even benefit
To get close to me, or SLAB
We threw up
Isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
There isn't
Isn't much that I feel I need
A solid soul and the blood I bleed
With a little girl, and by my spouse
I only want a proper house
There isn't
like Trae the truth
Drop that top and let that bass knock
I rep the South til my face blue
Carolina to Port Arthur, For Bun B, gotta keep it Trill
Rest
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