Movin' Slow - Trae Tha Truth, AB, Lil B The Grinda

What’s up 3rd Coast, this that boy Southside

Putting it down, with them S.L.A.B.

soldiers

AB, Lil B, Jay’Ton what it do

Moving slow up the block, bitches gon bop

We Slow Loud And Bangin, and we can’t be stopped

Sideways in a drop, niggas gon knock

We Slow Loud And Bangin, and we can’t be stopped

My buzz humble, bitches so thoed

Lisa, Michelle, Kiesha, Rochelle

Freak hoes hair poles, off the chain on the down low

Lee-Lee or Lea, oh my they so fly

From the Southwest to the Dead End, we hopping out and we looking thoed

Platinum FUBU to Kenan Cole, looking at my ears might get you cold

We trend setters on a thoed letter, with paint wetter than the rainy weather

But I’m still gon shine like sunny weather, see me and my click gon stay

together

Put your guards up everytime we plex, better take your time I’m quick to snap

necks

Got a nigga named Keen that like to pack techs, got a hoe named Tina that like

to have sex

Got a big ass right that like to swell jaws, trunk fly fifth fall

Run a nigga head right through the wall, with fo' 18's beating up the law

Ain’t shit changed we still bang, off the chain when I’m in the turning lane

With a long ass ice still piece and chain, like a tight bald fade we against

the grain

Like my nigga named Moe we wreck the shop, with Rob and Cill sitting in a drop

With Big Toon at the expo, Pee-Wee Reggoe still swanging 4's

Sticking out my 'bows on the boulevard, talking down on us might get you scarred

Fly pass all bops in foreign car, got a nigga named 2 that’ll buy the bar

Cause we ball in the mix steady turning heads, still gon be clean blue black or

red

With a bad ass bitch trying to give me head, but ain’t none of these hoes gon

get my bread

(*Aaliyah*)

I like it, you get ready for this thang

For this thang, get ready for this thang

Get ready for this thang, this thang this thang

I don’t think you’re ready, for this thang

(*Aaliyah*)

Passion instance, sweat beads feel me

Cupid’s shot me, my heart beat’s racing

Tempt me try me, feels so exciting

Thought of highly, it’s yours got me

I’m not stopping I’m moving, swanging 'bows and I’m grooving

When I crawl the block and drop the top setting up shop, the hoes bop nigga

they drew me

I’m pulling these hoes on a paper tolls, or a add by the woods take her to the

Mo'

Lil B got slow weed you could blow, twenty yeah on my wrist and it’s full of

snow

I’m balling out of control with Kenan Cole, so much ice on my body I’m freezing

foes

Lil B is who I am I’m crawling slow, with the trunk wide open while the neon

glow

I know you boys wanna try to be like me, sideways in a drop with the a.

c

A G is who I be and I just can’t stop, crawling with the Lil' Boy watch the

boppers bop

Slow it down Screw it cause I’m from H-Town, body rock the block because you

know it’s going down

Me and Trae pulling up looking clean on the scene, chunking deuces to partnas

and knocking hoes off clean

South Klique the team and we don’t live by the rules, if a nigga get to plexing

we’ll pull out a tool

Get rude nigga we ain’t taking shit, on a mission for riches still balling in

the mix

(*Aaliyah*)

Do you wanna, roll with me

We can go to clubs, and dance

Just take into my hand, do you wanna roll with me

We can be like Bonnie and Clyde, be by your side

I’m more than a lover, more than a woman

More than a lover

We Slow Loud And Bangin, and we can’t be stopped — 3x