(feat. Lil B, Trae, Jay Ton, Pimp Skinny, T2, Kiotti, and) [Hook x2] I'm still swanging in a drop Slow Loud-Slow Loud, Bangin' up the block Either way it go, I know I can't stop Cause I gotta let em know, where I come from (H-Town) [Lil B] Representer from Hiram-Clarke, your body outlined in chalk Cause a nigga will get to tussling and rushing, like Marshall Faulk You haters don't wanna see a nigga, grind for a minute Recline for a minute, that's why I'm finna shine for a minute We rhyme for a minute, but I'm still Lil B from the block Swanging my do's wide open, making you niggaz mouth drop Tops drop on cops, but bops we wreck shop S.L.A.B. wrecking your spot, boy this here won't stop We some certified wreckers, on the track we molesters Got the cheese like Chester, boys bet not test us We gon glide like Clyde, North-East-West and Southside It really don't matter, represent it with pride [Trae] Well it's the wood grain grabber, fo' do' glass skater Tinted up like Darth Vader, when I slide pass haters The only way you know is Trae, is when I'm stepping out gators On 22's candy blue, and on a mission for paper And I'm a cock-glock popper, and a Slow Loud rocker Bitch-made nigga knocker, and a bop type stopper With B and Jay at the spot, with them dots on stock Looking like a helicopter, when I crawl down blocks While my chrome be spinning, iced out when I'm grinning I know I need to stop sinning, when I'm fucking with women Cause I'm a G by nature, I get the game from my brother I'm on the Belt burning rubber, born and raised in the gutter [Jay'Ton] I'm still swanging up in a drop, and steady running from cops With golds across the top of my mouth, swanging the lot While looking for yellow bops, you know it don't never stop With trunks waving the block, with Reese and Lil' Pop We some Down South playas, and flipping in Navigators For niggaz that's talking down, we pop the trunk on the haters I'm steady pumping for paper, from Houston on to the Caders The only thing that I know, is to drop and slide on them skaters [Hook x2] [Pimp Skinny] Steady acting bad, moving fast as I dash It's this nigga named Pimp Skinny, stay up on the mash Bleeding for the cash, with the drop and then I dash All you bitch ass niggaz, gon feel for that Gun clapper ass slapper, close the chapter S.L.A.B. nigga ass waxer, underground punch will never be a factor For the real track master, doing it like a G Cause I'm a wicked flow master [T-2] I'm flipping with the S.L.A.B., give your boy dap You say you my partna hicka-hicka damn, quit making me laugh Cause you making me, stop my car You'll be laying six feet, in a do' in the hearse I'm putting in work, playboy I'm writing my own rhymes Doing my shows in different places, buy my own shine Chill and recline, got my life made My platinum in my mouth, like it was cleaned with Cascade Could it be, the ice in my mouth I'm still-I'm still, T-2 from the block Use to have a little, but I have a lot Southside of H-Town, is where I came from (yes sir) [Hook x2] [Kiotti] Don't be fooled, by the rocks that I got I'm still-I'm still, Kiotti with a glock See me in a drop, pulling on your block And I ride Sprewell, cause I guess I got tired of chops In my throwback Maybe brick 4 red Mustang, that's a jet car You know me, young Kiotti Baya-bay and I hang on the block, like clouds on gray days When I pull through, it's like whoa Niggaz see me coming, rims stop then go Man I got a whole, lot of cash to blow I mash hard, with them S.L.A.B. niggaz swanging down your 'Vard [Maurice] Crawling through the scene, Benz lime freaky green Too big to be a machine, falling screens submarine Swanging from coast to coast, I never brag never boast On a Rolls Royce man, I'm eating scrambled eggs and toast Hard top Testarosta, when I slide down 'Boule's Double header watch me swinging my blades, chop like swarms I'm wrecking mics for rewards, I'm cracking dats in the cars 84's or vogues, I do the do like more [Hook x2]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Lil B, Trae, Jay Ton, Pimp Skinny, T2, Kiotti, and) [Hook x2] I'm still swanging in a drop Slow Loud-Slow Loud, Bangin' up the block Either way it go, I know I can't stop Cause I gotta let em know, where I come from (H-Town) [Lil B] Representer from Hiram-Clarke, your body outlined in chalk Cause a nigga will get to tussling and rushing, like Marshall Faulk You haters don't wanna see a nigga, grind for a minute Recline for a minute, that's why I'm finna shine for a minute We rhyme for a minute, but I'm still Lil B from the block Swanging my do's wide open, making you niggaz mouth drop Tops drop on cops, but bops we wreck shop S.L.A.B. wrecking your spot, boy this here won't stop We some certified wreckers, on the track we molesters Got the cheese like Chester, boys bet not test us We gon glide like Clyde, North-East-West and Southside It really don't matter, represent it with pride [Trae] Well it's the wood grain grabber, fo' do' glass skater Tinted up like Darth Vader, when I slide pass haters The only way you know is Trae, is when I'm stepping out gators On 22's candy blue, and on a mission for paper And I'm a cock-glock popper, and a Slow Loud rocker Bitch-made nigga knocker, and a bop type stopper With B and Jay at the spot, with them dots on stock Looking like a helicopter, when I crawl down blocks While my chrome be spinning, iced out when I'm grinning I know I need to stop sinning, when I'm fucking with women Cause I'm a G by nature, I get the game from my brother I'm on the Belt burning rubber, born and raised in the gutter [Jay'Ton] I'm still swanging up in a drop, and steady running from cops With golds across the top of my mouth, swanging the lot While looking for yellow bops, you know it don't never stop With trunks waving the block, with Reese and Lil' Pop We some Down South playas, and flipping in Navigators For niggaz that's talking down, we pop the trunk on the haters I'm steady pumping for paper, from Houston on to the Caders The only thing that I know, is to drop and slide on them skaters [Hook x2] [Pimp Skinny] Steady acting bad, moving fast as I dash It's this nigga named Pimp Skinny, stay up on the mash Bleeding for the cash, with the drop and then I dash All you bitch ass niggaz, gon feel for that Gun clapper ass slapper, close the chapter S.L.A.B. nigga ass waxer, underground punch will never be a factor For the real track master, doing it like a G Cause I'm a wicked flow master [T-2] I'm flipping with the S.L.A.B., give your boy dap You say you my partna hicka-hicka damn, quit making me laugh Cause you making me, stop my car You'll be laying six feet, in a do' in the hearse I'm putting in work, playboy I'm writing my own rhymes Doing my shows in different places, buy my own shine Chill and recline, got my life made My platinum in my mouth, like it was cleaned with Cascade Could it be, the ice in my mouth I'm still-I'm still, T-2 from the block Use to have a little, but I have a lot Southside of H-Town, is where I came from (yes sir) [Hook x2] [Kiotti] Don't be fooled, by the rocks that I got I'm still-I'm still, Kiotti with a glock See me in a drop, pulling on your block And I ride Sprewell, cause I guess I got tired of chops In my throwback Maybe brick 4 red Mustang, that's a jet car You know me, young Kiotti Baya-bay and I hang on the block, like clouds on gray days When I pull through, it's like whoa Niggaz see me coming, rims stop then go Man I got a whole, lot of cash to blow I mash hard, with them S.L.A.B. niggaz swanging down your 'Vard [Maurice] Crawling through the scene, Benz lime freaky green Too big to be a machine, falling screens submarine Swanging from coast to coast, I never brag never boast On a Rolls Royce man, I'm eating scrambled eggs and toast Hard top Testarosta, when I slide down 'Boule's Double header watch me swinging my blades, chop like swarms I'm wrecking mics for rewards, I'm cracking dats in the cars 84's or vogues, I do the do like more [Hook x2]
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