Yung Redd - Slabs on the Rise lyrics

(*talking*) Yeah, these n***as better brush their game up Trae Know I'm saying, this Yung Redd, 7-1-3 Hustlers Stackin', and I'm S.L.A.B. riding know I'm saying Front back side to side, it's Yung Reezie y'all I got my money right, know I'm saying Where you at Trae (right here), Guerilla Maab (fa sho) Yeah-yeah, (you know it go down mayn, that 2K3 It's bout time we put it in they face S.L.A.B. SLow, Loud And Bangin', on this underground sh** You feel what I'm saying, we been doing this sh** for years Over and over, you can't f** with us, Redd holla at me) [Yung Redd] Nevermind the fact, I was born to rap I'm this and that, I'm riding in a Cadillac With a gat in my lap, and a extra strap To leave these haters, flat on they back whoa Tell the b**h, come ride with a star Cause I got rims poking, out the side of my car I could never get enough, of they bras and card That ain't all, I love to ball It's over mayn, some of these n***as out here Done fell out, on they game When I call your name, and snatch your chain n***a please, money ain't a thang So I ride on the block, in a black Impala Pop my collar, can't stop and holla Better take notes see I'm a scholar I'm a leader, these hoes follow See I don't, swang and bang Playboy, that ain't my thang You need to quit, making songs about us And get your change, we cook it we cut it We hustle and think nothing of it, the way I hit the block With them rocks, boy you gotta love it It's Yung Redd y'all, still I'm a Hustler Stackin' We got em mad, with no record I went platinum Most of these n***as rapping, ain't seeing no action I'm one deep in the streets, with my heat let's get it cracking [Lil' B] Watch a n***a swang wide, when I'm riding solo Pick up your hoe, when I'm in my fo' do' Diamonds glisten, on the wood mo-mo These underground weak rappers, style is hobo 4-4 dumping off in your Polo, logo making you haters go-go Solo, under the ground like do-do S.L.A.B. hitting hard like Sammy Soso, let the top down in a drop Lil B the type, to make a n***a breathing stop Call the cops, kick up rocks Cause you n***as know, we got this underground on lock With a pen and pad, and a grind zone Steady shining, like rhinestones Keep number one haters, minds blown Slow, Loud And Bangin' to the day I'm gone Steady checking and recking, and going off in the booth Slow, Loud And Bangin' is the group Beat the tracks right up, like hot chicken soup Y'all n***as don't wanna go to war, with a troop For loot we co*k Glocks, beat up blocks And then set up shop, we still living the life of hard knocks Grind 24/7, all around the clock [Trae] When I pull up on the block, I Glock the 4-0 Never ever been a hoe, lace up and let's go Whether friend or a foe, I weave and the throw Hella-blows to the nose, so n***as be getting hold Me and Redd on a mission, and spitting it for position Till a n***a come up missing, and praying somebody listen Like a pitcher that was pitching, I'm throwing a strike out Lights out, b**h n***a you fin to be sliding out Riding out two deep, with my baby mama I got a pump in the trunk, ready for the drama These fake a** n***as, biting like piranhas Everything that I do, so they peep my line up Like diamond faces, and grill bars Off in the game, like superstars Whatever you do, don't touch my car I'll have your click bunny hopping, like the entourage Coming out the garage, like I'm a first round draft pick Hoes on dick, cause I'm running with a South Klique Throwing my fist, everytime I spit Quit T-R-A-E, now what's your business You know me, I'm that n***a Talking down, and I'm the grave digger Send a 17, through your liver Now tell me, who you think realer [Hook - 4x] I got my grind on, when I slab ride Chrome spin, when I swang wide f** you haters, we certified Everybody know, that S.L.A.B. is on the rise [Jay'Ton] It's Jay'Ton dropping bombs, on a n***a that's talking down You better get back, 'fore your body hit the ground I'm a Southside n***a, representing the H-Town If you want that paper, better get on the grind Cause we some real n***as, thoed n***as When I weave to the left, I'ma fold at n***as These haters in the game, trying to hold a n***a So I reach way back, fin to roll a n***a When I'm up in the game, I be out of control And late night on 4's, I be f**ing with hoes And when I pull out the cap, n***a be leaving them holes In the chest and the neck, knocked out on the road S-L-A-B, a G you can't see In a Lac screened up, with T-I-N-T With a trunk raised up, you know who we be On BET, with AJ and Free [A3] Give me the mic, and I'ma smash n***a come through, roof up on gla** quicker than flash My n***as, we mash for cash f**ing with k**as, we putting holes in your a** yeah it's like that We stand up, for the grasp Clear out the lot, co*k back the Glock blast Unlock the shotgun, there go the cops fast Heat to the stash, greens flipping up out of my dash Yeah b**h, you like my switches I know you hoes, wanna get my riches Recognize trick, bow before a G Ain't nobody f**ing, with S-L-A-B Upside, we about our change Bubble lights, four screens in the Range You don't wanna see, the slab in the rain Candy looking like, a n***a just got slained My slab, got 22's My rims, do what they choose It ain't hard, for a hoe to get bruised Don't f** with me, I won't f** with you A3, off top I'm trill This year, I'm fin to grab me a mill All these n***as, worried bout a major deal Independent, the game's been sealed [Showtyme] It's Showteezie baby, don't be surprised From behind the scenes, right before your eyes From a conversation, right between the thighs Bopping off the way, my Sprewells glide Drop top, on a SUV It's a Third Ward n***a, recognize a G Got my tech in my lap, so you n***as could see Don't think I'm off note, cause I'm smoking a tree Got my n***as in the back, and the side of me Booted up suited up, ready to ride for me Got six 18's, knocking highs and down 22's swanging wide, sitting low to the ground Breaking boys off, in and out of town I'ma dim my whole truck, around Kappa town I'ma come through, hit the C-Wall and clown They gon say, (look at that old funky a** n***a Showtyme) Y'all go on hate me, if you wanna Got your baby mama, waiting round the corner I'ma let her drive, cause she really wanna Make love to her face, then I'm a goner Fill her full of lies, tell her I'ma phone her Give her number to my partner, so he could bone her He gon pa** it to the click, and burn out on her Leave the p**y soaking wet, hotter than a sauna