feat. Grit Boys (*talking*) Pretty Todd baby, and you know I'm driving slow While getting head from your broad, them Grit Boys And Slow Loud And Bangin', see this how the real Put it on the S.L.A.B. shit, pass that here boy [Trae] It's the return of a Maab nigga, sending slugs to the jaw nigga Applying pressure, so niggaz be praying they die quicker Guerilla killa that's it, at any given time known to click On bitch niggaz and on fake rappers, constantly riding my dick They don't wanna go to war, Grit Boys Guerilla Maab, Slow Loud And Bangin' Untamed in the game, I got a perfect aim motherfuckers better get out my lane Trae ready for disaster, faster than a motherfucking rocket If you knock it I'ma stop it, verbally slapping your face till it's out of socket I got my weighter with my hate, so call me a threat to the rap game 2-45 and fucking with me, is like running a truck into a freight train I'm a hazard type son of a bastard, that mastered living on these streets With no sleep on my feet, but the heat on a mission making it deeper Thug a block hugger, a slugger rougher than niggaz that's gutter None other made to be tougher, buffer than Shaq to a buster Dig it when I spit it you can't get with it, my skills'll never be leaving Bleeding these niggaz deceiving, to the chest stopping they breathing [Poppy] Shit, Grit and S.L.A.B. is sick They spit venomous prick, we getting deep up in your ass like enemas bitch It's like you dreaming, everytime you pick pencils up Victicious niggaz, stop rapping for the cinemas And stop, talking bout ice It ain't too many niggaz out there balling, start talking bout life And we can talk about price, I paid mine everyday I shuffle my feet quick, hit like heavyweights We on a feddy chase, moving at a steady pace And quick to disrespect the face, of you cats that's every face So if you think you ready, make your move Bet I be the first to pull, and make your head a convertible [Hook - 2x] The take over, nigga the break's over The game's getting ugly, it's time for a makeover Fuck you fraud niggaz, bitch we killing tracks The Grit Boys and S.L.A.B., now how real is that [Starchy Arch] It's them niggaz, that just learned how to spit right They think they could fuck with Trae, Arch and Grit right It's not happening, dog we bust happening It don't matter what city or state, that we rapping in And I'm the nigga, that's moving through your community Moving units like what, what the fuck can you do to me It's not hard for you to see, I'm killing tracks man I shouldn't write raps, I should write the track in uligy And I need it man, I'm bumper than sars But I'm doing more better, since I'm fucking with Todd And uh you will never hear about, how I'm changing I'm still flossing my slab, my music's Slow Loud And Bangin' [Lil B] Taking over the game ain't nothing, changing Slow Loud And Bangin' We bringing nothing but hits, leaving hating niggaz pissed I'm gutter no other nigga, can wreck it like me L-I-L-B, still repping it for S-L-A-B Stop up and singe like a plumber, killing drama send a nigga through trauma I'm throwed like Muhammad I'm cold whoa, lay back on cruise control Cock it we pop it, unlock it give me what you got Cause the Grit Boys and Slow Loud And Bangin', got this underground on lock And a nigga don't play by the way I must say, I'm throwed in the game like MJ When I shake bake and I take a chump, to the backyard scream out (mayday) Rolling unfolding holding it down for the Southside, got they mouth wide Slip and we slide, it ain't no plexing nigga just repping my side Told you we S.L.A.B. soldiers, weak rappers getting rolled over By a V-12 motor getting hit like doja, this is the take over [Unique] Grit Boys, it's that swagger boy Sharp as a dagger boy I'm the future nothing after boy, and you can tell he trill Pimp juice in full effect, without the Nellyville It's that Grit-tastic poster boy, I know you know your boy I have you doing what you suppose to, putting up my posters boy And Unique, stay blasting scopes Put Houston on my back, like a Astros coat Grit the shit, you better ask them folks Cause S.L.A.B., ride with them bastards folks Please believe me, start breathing easy Cause you niggaz won't be leaving, 'less you breathing weezy [Hook - 2x] [Scooby] Unique that bastard, and I'm that heathen Bringing out the asthma, so y'all not breathing It's time to kill, y'all not leaving You signing deals, but y'all not read them And you all know, Scoob the man So stop asking, who's the man I don't mean no harm, but I hate giving dudes my hand Cause dudes think Scoob, they fan And look y'all, why don't y'all niggaz go kick a freestyle Cause none of y'all niggaz, is hardly fucking with me dog I'm the youngest as mother, and I stomach the hunger Y'all niggaz doubt it, now y'all running the numbers uh (*talking*) Take over nigga, this ain't no fake shit I hope y'all boys listened, this is the real Grit Boys, S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin'