[Hook - 2x]. I'm still swanging in a drop. Slow Loud-Slow Loud Bangin' up the block. Either way it go I know I can't stop. Cause I gotta let em know where I come from (H-Town). [Lil B]. Representer from Hiram-Clarke your body outlined in chalk. Cause a nigga will get to tussling and rushing like Marshall Faulk. You haters don't wanna see a nigga grind for a minute. Recline for a minute that's why I'm finna shine for a minute. We rhyme for a minute but I'm still Lil B from the block. Swanging my do's wide open making you niggaz mouth drop. Tops drop on cops but bops we wreck shop. S.L.A.B. wrecking your spot boy this here won't stop. We some certified wreckers on the track we molesters. Got the cheese like Chester boys bet not test us. We gon glide like Clyde North-East-West and Southside. It really don't matter represent it with pride. [Trae]. Well it's the wood grain grabber fo' do' glass skater. Tinted up like Darth Vader when I slide pass haters. The only way you know is Trae is when I'm stepping out gators. On 22's candy blue and on a mission for paper. And I'm a cock-glock popper and a Slow Loud rocker. Bitch-made nigga knocker and a bop type stopper. With B and Jay at the spot with them dots on stock. Looking like a helicopter when I crawl down blocks. While my chrome be spinning iced out when I'm grinning. I know I need to stop sinning when I'm fucking with women. Cause I'm a G by nature I get the game from my brother. I'm on the Belt burning rubber born and raised in the gutter. [Jay'Ton]. I'm still swanging up in a drop and steady running from cops. With golds across the top of my mouth swanging the lot. While looking for yellow bops you know it don't never stop. With trunks waving the block with Reese and Lil' Pop. We some Down South playas and flipping in Navigators. For niggaz that's talking down we pop the trunk on the haters. I'm steady pumping for paper from Houston on to the Caders. The only thing that I know is to drop and slide on them skaters. [Hook - 2x]. [Pimp Skinny]. Steady acting bad moving fast as I dash. It's this nigga named Pimp Skinny stay up on the mash. Bleeding for the cash with the drop and then I dash. All you bitch ass niggaz gon feel for that. Gun clapper ass slapper close the chapter. S.L.A.B. nigga ass waxer underground punch will never be a factor. For the real track master doing it like a G. Cause I'm a wicked flow master. [T-2]. I'm flipping with the S.L.A.B. give your boy dap. You say you my partna hicka-hicka damn quit making me laugh. Cause you making me stop my car. You'll be laying six feet in a do' in the hearse. I'm putting in work playboy I'm writing my own rhymes. Doing my shows in different places buy my own shine. Chill and recline got my life made. My platinum in my mouth like it was cleaned with Cascade. Could it be the ice in my mouth. I'm still-I'm still T-2 from the block. Use to have a little but I have a lot. Southside of H-Town is where I came from (yes sir). [Hook - 2x]. [Kiotti]. Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got. I'm still-I'm still Kiotti with a glock. See me in a drop pulling on your block. And I ride Sprewell cause I guess I got tired of chops. In my throwback. Maybe brick 4 red Mustang that's a jet car. You know me young Kiotti. Baya-bay and I hang on the block like clouds on gray days. When I pull through it's like whoa. Niggaz see me coming rims stop then go. Man I got a whole lot of cash to blow. I mash hard with them S.L.A.B. niggaz swanging down your 'Vard. [Maurice]. Crawling through the scene Benz lime freaky green. Too big to be a machine falling screens submarine. Swanging from coast to coast I never brag never boast. On a Rolls Royce man I'm eating scrambled eggs and toast. Hard top Testarosta when I slide down 'Boule's. Double header watch me swinging my blades chop like swarms. I'm wrecking mics for rewards I'm cracking dats in the cars. 84's or vogues I do the do like more. [Hook - 2x]