S.L.A.B. (Slow Loud And Bangin) - Catch Me In Tha Lot lyrics

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[Lil B]

You can catch a nigga roaming the lot hugging the glock, dogging the drop

Creeping on some'ing, that's chrome and don't stop

I'm a street nigga, associated with thugs

That's why my trunk popped up, gangbanging like Crips and Bloods

I crawl when I creep, looking for a dime piece

That's down to get knocked down, like porno freaks

I'm just a ghetto superstar, that's trying to climb out the hood

So if you haters thinking jack, I'll bust a round if you would

Try to plot come on my block, my slugs will meet ya

And greet ya, social security will have to delete ya

Hating people, my Desert Eagle's giving haters no love

Wanna find me, I'll be roaming the lot fuck the club

[Hook]

You can catch me in the lot, trunk on pop

Fuck a bottle with a bug, you can catch me with a glock

Slow Loud and Bangin, still swanging in a drop

Top down for the bops, but my rims don't stop

(you can catch me in the lot, nigga fuck the club

Rather chill with my thugs, when I'm banging on dubs

Some niggaz hate, the other half show me love

When a nigga mean mug, I'ma greet him with a slug)

[Boss]

You can catch me in the lot, with a big gat squashing all chit-chat

Finding a parking spot, to the drop the Focus it'll sit flat

These niggaz don't, wanna upset Boss

Hopping fly, might lead to a right hand cross

One of the homies trailing behind, the blue Yukon

Banging and hanging sets, with that blue Duke on

He got a heater on him, he don't say much so I don't speak on him

Niggaz act like they want our spinners, more than we want em

But down in H-Town, we ain't scared of no jackers

Rushing through the park, looking like a linebacker

Leave the murder scene, on my gold and chrome adaptors

We young block bleeders, gangstas paper stackers

[Jay'Ton]

Cruising the Boulevard, with the trunk on wave

It's the Jay'Ton, so you know I don't play

When I bo'gaurd the block, better get out my way

If you fuck up my slab, I'ma fuck up your day

So back-back, before my click get on your ass

And we don't need a mask, for them niggaz talking too fast

In a blue tipping and turning, wrecking 'em while I'm swanging

Call me an O.G., the way my trunk banging

Fuck roaming the club, I'ma knock the top off

And show you how we be stunting, in the Dirty Dirty South

They mouth be wide open, stuck like they wet

I bet, these niggaz gon respect my set

[Hook]

[Trae]

You better get out of dodge, my entourage coming quicker than flash

That's your ass, Slow Loud And Bangin got you feeling like trash

Never need to get in the club, we be crawling the lot

Trunk popped top done dropped, on thirty some'ing dots

Out the roof one hundred proof, on a mission for bops

Yeah they try to get my attention, but the rims don't stop

Entertaining up in my slab, got 'em riding my jock

Throwback "Fondren & Main", got 'em doing the wop

See the mind frame is fast, and the wide frame is slow

My game is too fly, my mouthpiece is thoed

Piece and chain, hitting about a hundred below

So when it get hot I'm garunteed, to be pulling a hoe

Whether in a silver bullet, or in a Excursion

They need a anthem for the streets, and this is my version

Slow Loud And Bangin is what I'm yelling, when I be swerving

And I can show you what it do, when I hop on the curb and

[Hook x2]