S.L.A.B. - What You n***as Know lyrics

(*talking*) S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' This Sil from the West, mayn Just doing a bunch of chilling, gon keep in playa mode [Hook] What you n***as know, about pulling out slow Missing the top, riding gla** 84's What you n***as know, about a playa like me Better cuff your hoe, cause I'm a P-I-M-P What you n***as know, about a hater that'll hate Knocking my fame, we moving units like weight What you n***as know, about Glocks and AK's When it's time for the plex, they co*k and they spray [Trae] What you n***as know about a hot shot, tossing a drop top Flipping with hot Glocks, when he tipping a hot block A playa slash a Guerilla, that's mobbing for scrilla They fake and I'm realer, and plus these n***as be sweeter than vanilla I think they hate me, cause I'm Slow Loud And Bangin' They really better keep they distance, before they see Trae get to swanging And I can recall, riding an Impala, '78 to be exact With no AC radio, and the tires on flat But that was the past, and now you see me in a slab on gla** My drop's first cla**, and now these hoes be giving up they a** To tell the truth, I really don't need em they just something to do I'd rather be crawling late night, while I'm thinking bout Screw [Hook] [Lil B] Now tell me what you know about, swanging lanes on 4's Stay in my pimp mode, cause I don't love none of these hoes I throw em back like throwbacks, and hit em for a G Got n***as cuffing they broads, so they won't f** with Lil B Still I crawl up the road, so slow knowing they hate Thinking I'm fake just wait, I'ma let this AK spray But I be stuck on my hustle, my pockets must gain a muzzle I had a couple of tussles, that's why a n***a will rush you I don't love you or your gal, I'm too in love with my slab And the way a n***a be throwing these hands, steady giving you jabs You crabs that's biting, like an infested STD I can flaunt it if I want it, repping S-L-A-B [Jay'Ton] What you n***as know, about a teenage Southsider With fifth wheels and grills, T.V.'s on the outside Of my car in my side view, peeping the haters I'm something like a superstar, when I pull out that Navigator 1 to the 7, and now you n***as know my age And if you disrespect a G, then you fin to know my gauge I got game like a motherf**er, or baby Don Juan And if you boppers wanna see me, go to Jay'Ton.com Talking down beneath your arm, I ain't playing with you cats I done came from being broke, and I don't plan on going back So I mash full speed, for my cash to get paid I use to want ice, now I'm on a ice-capade [Hook] [Dougie D] Can I have everyone's attention, front and center listen to reason This is my reason for what repping, and tipping through seasons Sliding down with a bad breezie, sipping smoking and leaning When I stop at the light, other people be watching my T.V.'s Lil' kids they wanna be me, or have a daddy just like me I'm the Don-Datta, Dougie but f** it just call me papi What you n***as know, about riding on chrome And dropping the drop on the belly, high-siding on hoes In the co*kpit, I keep a co*ked pistol for co*k s**ers Mashing on all haters, and utilizing my hustles You think you know, but you really have no idea Dougie D 2000 and 3, it's your boy right here [Hook] (*talking*) Yeah, we keep in playa mode baby S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin' Trae, Dougie D, Lil B, Jay'Ton you know it go down What you n***as know, about being real What you n***as know, about keeping it gangsta What you n***as know, about keeping it street Fa real, follow us we'll show you the way, straight up