Cover of S.L.A.B. Dubstep

When I pull out, corner bend a trendsetter
With my top down, baby Benz Gucci leather
On chrome feet, and I'm ready for whatever
With the chrome heat, you gotta have your shit together
Just to compete, cutting concrete spinning
While the trunk beat, everywhere I go hoes grinning
Like they want me, now I'm independent if they hear me
Then I won't be, collab with the slab hit the lab get funky
We strapped with weapons and guns, ready to stun
Pack a competitive tongue, second to none
Educated etiquette Don is ready for fun
Regulating everyone, get ready to run
Dedication, weather the storm, now we perform
Explanation, no time for 'em, pay me or mourn
Swing foreigns, changing the lane, feeling the breeze
Popped up, loving the game, blowing my trees


I let the top down on 20 inches, AMG's
With yella's mixed with Japanese, they hair blow in the breeze
Bitch please, you mean to tell me you ain't impressed?
Candy orange STS, T.V.'s in the head rest
Go on, confess, you love the way I'm customized
Paint so wet when you look, you have to squint your eyes
You look surprised, how I swung and barely missed him
83's recline bumper, with the Northstar system
Hard top out the shop, time to break off a fake
Four 12 J-L, tryna make the trunk shake
It's no mistake, and you already know
Surround from Mobile 1, I raise my trunk up and show it

[Chorus]
When we pull out
You know we looking throwed, still Slow Loud
And Bangin' I suppose, on the Southside
You know we gotta hold, swing left, right, left, right
When we pull out
You know we looking throwed, still Slow Loud
And Bangin' I suppose, on the Southside
You know we gotta hold, swing left, right, left, right

I can keep spitting this shit right off the dome like a cyclone
spinning in the air like a tornado wreck in the city.
Like I do Cadillac on 22's reckon the city twisting the minds as I'm on my grind.
I do this time after time.
Zone after zone.
when i'm on,.....'m on my throne, feeling like a king
doing my thing I swing wide when I come through
wheels keep spinning when I stop at the sign people looking at me all the time.
I already know I'm looking fine.
I'm feeling that way keep looking at me.
I might pop one off at you.
And if your like my girl, you might not understand, but I got a Glock in my right hand, pistol popping motherfucking body rocking shit, Knigga.
I got a full clip and one in the chamber.
I keep it hot like that when I'm rolling the block,
shit even when a hoe on my cock always gotta watch my back
Nina got me like that.

When we pull out
You know we looking throwed, still Slow Loud
And Bangin' I suppose, on the Southside
You know we gotta hold, swing left, right, left, right

Gangsta blues, funk, dubstep baseline/ total dubstep remix