Текст песни S.L.A.B. f Yung Redd, Pimp Skinny, Kepoe - We Ain`t Trippin
S.L.A.B. f Yung Redd, Pimp Skinny, Kepoe - We Ain`t Trippin слова песни
(*talking*)S-L-A-B baby, Dougie DHollin` at y`all, know I`m saying we ain`t trippingWe bout to dose this, me and my family S.L.A.B.[Hook - 2x]We S-L-A-B, and we be flossing and we flippingOn a paper chase for the do`, and we ain`t trippingYou done lost your mind, if you think you gon catch me slippingAlways on our note, so in and out we gon be dipping[Jay`Ton]SK, wrecking the game and sitting throwedFour T.V.`s, in a big wide loadCompetition, with the trunk on glowRead it out, it say Big MelloRepresenting, through the parking lotWhen I beat the lot, they gotta call the lawsStop and pause, so it`s drop your jawSwinging a Lac, finna break the wallYou can`t stop usShowtyme flipping on choppersI be flipping, on my glassWith leather, under my assWhen I be, stacking my cashI gotta be on shine maynPlaying with me, and I bring the painS-L-A-B all on my chain, I love it mayn[Yung Redd]It`s like one for the money, and two is for them hoesThree is for the drank, four pass me the smokeYou`ll never see me riding, in any old BenzUnless it`s jet black, on 20 inch rimsI got more, Air Force than the governmentEvery color pair I`m stepping out, trust me I`m loving itI never leave the house, without a single rubberPlus I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love usUnder the influence, catch me swervingBalling in a number six, like Julius IrvingMy watch and my chain, got me coughing and sneezingStill a young heathen, as long as I`m breathingYou pay for a show turn it out, then I`m leavingThe whether man told us, it`s flossing seasonThis year I got it made, I`m shining y`allEven though I got a deal, I`m still grinding y`allI`m off the block, see me sitting on 20`sA red label Bentley, my tires too skinnyChain hanging to my nuts, I wear my jersey backwardsAnd a gun on my waist, just to serve these actorsCatch me and Trae, macking to a dimeEasy to spit a rhyme, niggaz still try to shineI got a Rolex, I got time on my handsStill pulling out a grand, I`m the motherfucking man ha[Dougie D]Ok, what the deal do kin folkPlaying them games, not a good idea thoughS-L-A-B, Dougie D all about the paper stacksBitch, I`m no hoeConstant grinding, hard on a missionIn and out, the click be dippingMotherfucker, what the laws tal`n boutThinking I`m off my note, look here bitch y`all trippingMashing gas, and smash on cockroachesIn the midst of a kind, I`m still smokingAh come on, don`t be so shallowFucking around, I`ll leave your chest wide openBitch made, mark niggaz can`t see meSwallow `em up, and shut `em out like fecesSold do` in a motherfucking maynKeep it funky, in the place that we be[Hook - 2x][Pimp Skinny]Recognize, bitch this S.L.A.B.We gon beat up, and down your AVE.Steady commits, to acting badJust like a bat, we`ll beat your assYou haters better, do your mathThe lyrical wizard, with a staffIs ready to split, your shit in halfI love to see these, haters madI got to get it, the mill ticketThe S.L.A.B. family, gon make you feel itPimp Skinny sho, love to spit itThe G shit, you hoes get itWhenever when they, wasn`t with itCause the thug shit, I love to live itJust doing my thang, bring the painStep to the side, while I make the change[Kepoe]K-E-P-O-EFin to wreck, S-L-A-BY`all know me, the one with the screensFour 18`s, and a triple beamCall me Jada, four skate faderBitch like me in a NavigatorThat`s now or later, I`m here to stayMe and Trae, in exceleratorsThe key to the city, like P. DiddyFrom here to Philly, I`ma pop a wheelyLike Ruff Ryders, through NevadaShow my ass, you know I gottaI`m a cause a, lot of dramaSpinning heads, like Wonder WomanYou hear me coming, from a mile awayWhoa bitch, get out the wayLike Ludacris, 24 karats all on my wristI`ma roll out, till I make a hitPlease believe, I`ma damage this dismantle itWhen I handle it, Lil` Kepoe fin to go splitNone of y`all, gon fuck with thisCause I spin your head, like Exorcist[Hook - 2x][Trae]Love to shine, on the grind to get paidClear `em out on blades, I`m a down South ballerShot caller, and a block brawlerSwing, when I`m in a platinum ImpalaTwo more to follow, when I ride the freewayWith lil` J-Dog, pulling out the G wayBubble eyed up, talking on a three-waySay Trae, no time for the he-say she-say2-2, when I`m on my B-DayEach and every day on the block, will be a P-DayT-Day`ll be the day, you get a relayRelapse, what I`ma clap with a SKYou got the plex, I`m shut the shit downStrapped on nuts, swinging on the GrapevineShowing my ass, when I let my top downBreak a nigga off, when I`m on that four lineFour cars, ahead of yaWanna stop my shine, but I ain`t letting yaBetter move around, `fore I`m wetting yaWith a BB vest on my chest, wrecking yaChecking ya, on the slab on the AVEWood grain I grab, in a baby Nav`Alligator on my toes, it`s so throwedPiece and chain, and on the center fold[Lil B]I`m a S-L-A-B representerWith paint dripping, right off my fenderNumber one contender, heavy weight winnerEating tracks, like they bread dinnerKicking down your do, with a 4-4Or calico, that`ll tag your toeS.L.A.B. gon go, to the topCan`t get caught slipping, I`ma cock the glockAnd when I pop the glock, all hoes gon moveLil B on note, I done paid my duesWanna run with a nigga, better lace your shoesCause I be pulling more stunts, than Tom CruiseWhen the spit is over, yes I`m colder than North DakotaS.L.A.B. soldier, already told yaFrom the Southside got they mouth wide for a pound of dojaYou niggaz know ya, better quitPlaying games, cause we the shitWhen I get mad it`s wig split, on pen and pad we rocking itNo stopping it, so stop hatingWide body, we navigatingIn mash mode, no procrastinationBeing number one, is my destination