[Intro]

Tell them, tell them boys pour up, drink till you throw up

If they, if they hatin', hatin' you gon' tell 'em get their dough up

Party, party, party through the night till the sun up

Hustlin', hustlin' all day, no breaks till you come up

[Hook: Derek Minor]

You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)

You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)

[Verse 1: Derek Minor]

You got green, purp, brown, white, gone almost every night

Bad one at the crib, when you get home she gon' get you right

You don't play games and they know what's up

If it ever go bad you gon' pop your trunk

And you spend dough on that Keisha, them boys better duck when they see it

You got plenty guns, if you need to, you gon' fire off with that nina

It's get dough, then more dough, it's smoke dro, then more dro

You feel like that's real life? Oh no

Get all the girls that you want, that ain't gon' make you a man

Waste all the time that you want, you ain't gon' get it again

Body yourself and keep thinkin' you winnin'

But you know in your heart that this ain't really livin'

I am your brother, I want so much more for you

You could be more if you listened and slowed down

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tony Tillman]

You ain't really 'bout that life, you ain't never been in no trap

You ain't never bust no strap, bang no loud, you ain't never sold no crack

See the only thing you poppin' is a pill, homie chill

Tear drop on your cheek, but we know that ain't real, who you killed?

Talk so hard my dude but we know it ain't true, I know that's fake

You claim you what? Hold up, who initiated you? It's cool, I'll wait

See I know real killers, real killers, real gang bangers, real drug dealers

And they ride around with that work, and tell me they don't go to church cause they thugs

And they pack them pistols in the back of vans

Seasoned shooters holding Zatarain's

Light your block up like Afghanistan, duh, duh, duh, duh, choppers like a Taliban

Homie understand, when you playin' with the flame

That you're bound to get hurt

Tryin' to be a bad boy, 'posed to mess around and get smart

But we know you ain't down to get murked

You better slow down

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tedashii]

Man, hold up, tell them boys to pour up

I love the feelin' till you kneelin' on the floor to throw up

Man, hold up, see I done came down

We either snoozin' or we doin' time

Either way we losin' time

We tell them boys to slow down, they like what for?

Cause it's about to go down, oh you ain't know bruh?

All of it, yeah all of it, ruins lives but y'all all love it

I ain't innocent though cause we all does it

But I'm close enough to see it's all nothin'

Chasin' after the wind, you never will win

It feels good again and again but leaves you empty again in the end

Chasin' after the wind, you never will win

It feels good again and again but leaves you empty again in the end

Hold up

[Outro]

Tell them boys pour up (Choppers like a Taliban)

Tell 'em get their dough up

Party, party, party (Feel like that's real life)

Hustlin', hustlin' all day, no breaks til ya come up

You better slow (down, down, down, down, down, down, down)

You better s-s-s-slow (down,down, down, down, down, down, down)