S.L.A.B. - Can You f** With Us lyrics

(Intro) (Slow), can you f** with us (Loud), can you f** with us (Bangin'), can you f** with us Slow Loud And Bangin', can you f** with us - 2x (Trae) I'm strapped up on blocks, the block jocks that knock A n***a balling in the mix, riding drops on drops See me and B ain't playing, we showing up automatic Situation just got drastic, gon recline like magic The fifth wheel on leaner, when I'm flipping the scene-a Stepping out looking cleaner, still rocking arenas I got a cousin named Trina, to make a b**h stand still I got my n***a Freaky here, to put it all in your grill You see money ain't a thang, when you shining and grinding I make 'em say we big timing, get blinded by diamonds Born and raised out the South, so I'm a down the South I got love for the North, with thugged out Lil' Boss And BJ ok, see I done said it a minute We two deep sitting tinted, if it's thoed then we in it Showing love to Brichet Texas, when we floss in a Lexus And when it's plex we get wreckless, so you better respect us (Hook - 2x) You ain't never seen a n***a, that could do it like this Wrecking tracks breaking backs, with the mic in my fist You ain't never seen a n***a, that can do it like that Bring hats trunk cracked, yelling where them haters at (Lil B) Here I go, I'm bout to give you what you need Guerilla Maab'ing on b**hes, and flicking off fleas b**h please, you can't get up in my stacks I bleed tracks and wax, and break a n***a back Cause it's danger, when I get in my zone A two-tone, I'm ripping any mic-a-rophone I'm going off showing off, breaking off like the winter Not a beginner, I'm the number one contender Up in the ring, I swang and swing my diamonds bling So fresh and so clean, I got my mug on mean It ain't a thing for me to step out and shine, I gotta grind Fifth recline, I represent that Grapevine Touch down, is where a n***a be headed Gasing up unleaded, n***a I got cash and credit Track I will shred it, if you put it in my face Don't even bob your heads, this just a skeet taste (Hook - 2x) (AB) AB popped up, looking good fa sho So much ice on my wrist, you can call it snow I'm Slow Loud And Bangin', when I roam the lot Looking good for the bops, beat up the block To you haters talking down, better back on up Still swanging on buck, not giving a f** Bout you hoe a** n***az, steady hating on my click Sideways on a switch, still balling in the mix (Intro - 2x) (Trae) Pulling up, and crawling slow Popping trunk, and neons glow We them raw guerillas, out the South If you talking down, we'll close your mouth And you bopping hoes, don't mean a thang Cause we stay on note, on top of thangs And I know you wanna, do me in You really, really need to think again Got to flow much harder, if you wanna f** with me tonight Gotta sound much better, and your sound's gotta be just right Throw the deuce in the air, if you like what you hear Slow Loud And Bangin', all up in yo ear f** what you say, cause we don't care S.L.A.B.'s, about to take off (Lil B) We taking off on flight, only riding first cla** (Trae) And up in a Continental, slabbed out S-Cla** (Lil B) We crash the tracks (Trae) And run game on hoes (Lil B) Southside gon hold, screens showing our show (Trae) Or a flick with a bad b**h, that's getting turned out (Lil B) Hitting cat from the back, know what I'm tal'n bout (Like that), for real Yokahoma's we turning (Trae) Money earning chrome turning, wood grain wheel sturning With a remote on charge, we pulling out the garage (Lil B) Then skate up the Boulevard, while the trunk make noise (Trae) Steady shaking haters off (Lil B) We don't bar no plex We stick necks with techs, and put the drama to rest (Trae) Cause we playa made with fades, and living life lavish (Lil B) Got 24 karat, cut ice for the rabbit And the bone is iced out, for a lil' genocide (Lil B & Trae) Oh my we fly, we the thugs you can't deny (Hook - 2x)