S.L.A.B. - Intro: We Back lyrics

(*talking*) S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' These motherf**ers, act like we was gone somewhere b**h we still in the game, and we still running sh** It's bout time I set it off round this motherf**er, Boss [Boss] I tell a motherf**er, check out the grill Check out the steel, check out the fifth wheel Scope out the belts and bumpers, on back of the black Lac I got a black Mac, in a backpack Lil' n***a, known to bang to the tip-top Zip a n***a, in a six foot Ziplock Make a talking a** n***a, get a lip lock I've been rapping for the cash, f** hip-hop b**h n***as, don't get far Boss bout to make a n***a, get a big scar Are you ready, for the big war Got big G's, hopping out of big blue cars Big blue stars on our feet, n***a don't slip with the heat n***as go to sleep, with the heat With a toe tag, on his feet When we creep, ain't a damn thang sweet [Trae] Better watch out, 'fore you open your mouth up Cause n***as out the H, might beat your block up Dropped on the block, with the top done popped up Fell back the trunk, and unlock the knocked up Look at the grill on my car, look at the grill in my mouth Look at the grill, on top of the big truck Cuts in my mouth, it's invisible stuff Get back b**h, 'fore a n***a get rough I got a 4-5, and I bet I don't bluff I got a bad b**h, but a n***a don't cuff Seem real high, but a n***a don't puff (a n***a don't puff) Not on the weed, but I'm riding hydro Might get k**ed, for everything that I know But I got way mo' tips, than hollow To make a n***a don't want drama, no mo' Don't get blessed, run in your mouth A click of guerillas, might run in your house On top of that, we might run in your spouse The same way, that a n***a run through the South We G-A-N-G-S-T-A Running from the laws, from around my way Ain't no way, to get around my K Deep down South, is what I rep everyday (*talking*) This is just the beginning of this sh** a**holes By Nature n***a, Slow Loud And Bangin' Motherf**ers running round here, really smelling theyself I outta put you hoes back in place, back and touch your toe self So you know the real, and you know what's not n***a S.L.A.B. been in this sh**, we been in these streets We running this sh** n***a, simple and plain Screwed Up Click, a**holes By Nature, Slow Loud And Bangin' Ain't sh** changed round here baby, we gon keep it gutter a hundred percent We been on this pain sh** for real, peep game recognize Look at the grill, b**h a** motherf**ers