[Intro]
S.L.A.B., Slow Loud And Bangin'
This E-Money, coming at you live and direct
Finna take you on a trip through the Southside

[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

[Verse 1]
Yes, it's I
The D-O-U-G-I-E from the South-a-side
I'm representing it real, 'til the day I die
Forever constantly, Dougie be getting high to ease my mind
As I crawl down, still knocking and beating blocks
Well I suppose, I should prolly keep Glocks cocked
'Cause these boys hating, nevertheless I'm still skating
Looking good when I do, 'cause I ain't got time for the faking
Ain't no carbon copies, never gon' be another like me
One in original, hundred percent Dougie for life
And 'cause we Slow Loud And Bangin'
Bitch, that mean that we gon' hold it down, up on our grind