What You Gone Do S.L.A.B.ed E

Slab, Slow Lota Bank. Niggas thought we was missing in action, but now We back in they face. Tell what the fuck they gon' do now that We-'Bout to take off, so F what you Heard. Because my side mirrors flap like a fucking Bird. As for the fools, we gon' clock one And we'll pop one. 'Cause my folk riding shotgun with a shotgun. 'Bout to take off, so F what you heard. Because my side mirrors flap like a fucking bird. As for the fools, we gon' clock one and We'll pop one. 'Cause my folk riding shotgun with A shotgun Tell me what you gon' do When I'm coming for you What you Gon' do? Act A fool Tell me what you gon' do when I'm coming for you Act a fool Tell me What you you gon' do? do when I'm coming You It's 911, please call the doctor You a Nigga seventeen that you know with a strap. It's J-Ton coming from the lower part of the Map. Watch what you say, bitch, 'cause your phones is tapped. I'm riding in my Buick, creeping with my heat In my lap. When you see me coming, Move 'fore you get ran over. Can't you see that the Down South is taking Over? If you don't believe me, bitch, I'ma have to smoke ya. You gon' be the next witness meeting up with Jehovah. Tell me what you gon' do when I Grab my tool. And I cock that bitch back, finna act a Fool. So tell me what you gon' do when I swoop the block. And kick your door with thugs that'll act a Fool. You a chump-ass nigga that I really don't Want. That's why I'm grabbing the MAC, letting off Shots through your car. Who I are? Lil Reezy for Sheezy, I leave 'em greasy. When you get out of Line, I promise you gon' have to see me. Believe me, I bust rhymes until my clip is Empty. You tell me, fuck around and rush with A pitbull attitude, not friendly. You rookie? That's sweeter than a fish, older spank My cookie. Better duck before I bust and leave You wetter than some hype pussy. Give a fuck, nigga. Pulling up slow-mo, ready to buck, Nigga. I'm out the rooftop, holler, "Now duck, nigga." Too late, you got stuck. That's what they get for playing with me, I Don't give a fuck. It's Mike D, Cali Y'on. Bitch, I'm back home. Playing spot back, so nigga, bring that shit on. That block you on gon' be hurting tonight. Have that ghetto bird, yellow tape working tonight. I'm like good yay, dog, if you serve me Right. But don't play my nerves, nigga, I'm the nervous type. I got an itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy trigger finger. Let the K drop 'bout a hundred shots at Ya Hit your block in a black mask, on They ass, flip it in an Nova. Coming out strapped up like a soldier. When I hit the lights, you know it's over. Ain't no drive-bys on you wise guys. I'm a loc up in that slide, guys. And I'm all in with no guidelines. In all black with no bean pies. Tell me what you gon' do when I'm coming. Then you come to realize that I ain't bumping And I'm bumping. wee bit of left and a Right quick blow 'til your head be lumping. And ain't no brother when I'm face to face Coming to get ya. Hit you with Gorilla mob And that Slab Squad with red dots so we Don't miss Tell me what you gon' do when I'm coming For you What you gon' do, nigga? Tell me what you gon' do when I'm coming For you What you gon' do, nigga? Tell me what you gon' do when I'm Coming for you What you gon' do, Nigga? Tell me what you gon' do when I'm coming for you What you gon' do, Nigga? I'm so tired of being on. I'm finna hit your block in that matchbox black On. Hit the lock and let run. Foreign missiles twist and turn, Custom hoes tongue. Hold it rock, never funk. When you hit, you feel the burn, spin and Just bump. It's S the Vultures. Walking around with two toasters on A ho. if it's drama, I'm the closest. Don't need to invite Bitch, we the hosts. It's the Villa Slab. Somebody call SoundScan 'cause this track's getting Slammed. Y'all already know we the cream of the crop. Whatever bitch that's bumping her gums, then that's The bitch we gon' drop. We keeping it hotter than a sauna. Your whole clique finna get rolled over like a Stick dro when I blow. You're left right out the cup when I pour You. S-L-A-B, repping. Bet none of you niggas could come and fuck With it. Holding it down throughout H-Town all the Way back to Tick City. Three letter get loose again. Slab and who the hoes choosing then. Running these old turtle-ass niggas back up in they Shells again. We 'bout to bring it to the Table, crush the tension. We done had enough of the small talk and Enough lip from you bitches. So keep your smiles and kisses. Friendly shit, I get vicious. I'm the type of nigga that'll turn a so-called Gangster back religious. Here I come, Nigga. Coming to get you. You niggas don't get the picture 'til 40 rounds Come hit I'm a hard nigga. In this bitch with hard niggas. And we disregard niggas 'cause we taking charge, Nigga. You was running your mouth. Now that's gon' make a nigga run in your House. And put the gun in your mouth. That's too inferiorized, bitch. If I so much as see a tear in Your eyes, I'm gon' materialize. You better realize, me and my niggas, We be gorillas. Some go-getters. So if I want you, I'ma go get you. I'm 'bout to go, nigga, nothing else matter. When the.40 hit your brain, won't nothing else Splatter Tell me what you gon' do when I'm Coming For you do? Tell me what you gon' do When I'm coming for you What gon' do? Act a fool Tell me what you I'm you What you gon' do? Act a fool Tell me what you gon' Do when I'm coming It's 911, please call the Doctor