Slow loud bangin

Slow loud bangin

They call me T-R-I-L

Another L

E-R

You just a op

One in his top

Soon as it spark

Send em to god

Can't make it stop

Petty as fuck

Pull up and pop

Skirt off in drop

Take his lil bop

Fuck her then swap

My nigga mob

This for my dawg

Still on they neck nigga

Drive behind tint

Silhouette nigga

Drank got me sounding dyslexic

Slow loud and bangin in Texas

That's on the set nigga

Stay on that purp

I'm perplexed nigga

That ain't no cap nigga

Slow loud and bangin in Texas

That's a bitch nigga trait

Put that mop in they face

They don't scream gang gang

When we hop out

Get away clean put that beam

On em

Somebody lean on em

Just want that m take the op out

If that pussy ain't knock out it's

Back to the racks

I just called me a thot bitch to

Jab on

Paranoid I got haters that watch

It's one hand on my Glock

So I fuck with my mask on

In the slab so I'm slow loud and

Bangin

I got dead homies I screw the

Sad songs

Nigga still on them beans

Told him chill on that lean

Popped a perc so he actin a

Asshole

Ballin solo so I called a iso

I got heart but that bitch turning

Ice cold

Put a bird in that box

She gon flock to that knot

Told her I get that gwap wit my

Eyes closed

On that drank countin slow

Slow loud bangin

Slow loud bangin

They call me T-R-I-L

Another L

E-R

You just a op

One in his top

Soon as it spark

Send em to god

Can't make it stop

Petty as fuck

Pull up and pop

Skirt off in drop

Take his lil bop

Fuck her then swap

My nigga mob

This for my dawg

Still on they neck nigga

Drive behind tint

Silhouette nigga

Drank got me sounding dyslexic

Slow loud and bangin in Texas

That's on the set nigga

Stay on that purp

I'm perplexed nigga

That ain't no cap nigga

Slow loud and bangin in Texas

I put one in this drum

Have that beat goin dumb

You gon sing out ya lungs

Before you exit

How he pro wit these tools

We ain't even go to school for

That shit

Lot of B's in the section

If it ain't slow loud and bangin

I don't know who the fuck raised

You niggas

I got the keys fuck a lesson

We don't celebrate no birthdays

No mo

Nigga I see mo candles on

Curbs when that death hit

Only time I turn cheek when she

Naked

I just stretch it and flip it like

Trainers

When I slip and I slide in that

Pink

We got records to break

It's like Trick Daddy Trina

Bitch be crushing that bone like

Hyena

Indian it's just chicken marsala

Really thuggin it's easy to hate

But it's harder to love

I get that from my momma

I get high and drive slow

Slow loud bangin

Slow loud bangin

They call me T-R-I-L

Another L

E-R

You just a op

One in his top

Soon as it spark

Send em to god

Can't make it stop

Petty as fuck

Pull up and pop

Skirt off in drop

Take his lil bop

Fuck her then swap

My nigga mob

This for my dawg

Still on they neck nigga

Drive behind tint

Silhouette nigga

Drank got me sounding dyslexic

Slow loud and bangin in Texas

That's on the set nigga

Stay on that purp

I'm perplexed nigga

That ain't no cap nigga

Slow loud and bangin in Texas