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Slatty (Demo)
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Yeah, yeah Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty I'm in a Benz Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt) Hop in your friend (Yeah) After your daughter (Yee) Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt I'm in the gym, of course I can't even care, whore I'm at the scene, yeah Knock off your boy, yeah Keeping it clean Drac' with the beam I got your team Popping a bean, yeah I got a bag, it ain't enough My left wrist bling, yes, it is tough I killed his man in front of his mama Like f**k lil' bruh, sister and his cousin Now I kick my sh*t, that ain't no punt Like f**k my wrist, it ain't enough Now I f**k my b*t*h 'til it ain't nothing I shoot out, blank, still ain't cuffin' up Proud of my money Kill 'em, not leaving a trace, yeah Kill 'em, not leaving a trace (Brrt) I'm 'bout to cut off the K, yeah Black diamonds, Martin Luther King (Black) I had to break in the safe, yeah And I didn't leave 'em a trace (Yeah) I had to break in that safe, yeah (Yeah) Coppin' lil' mama the Range (Yeah) Hop in the Jag, I just been doing the dash, woah Today my Margiela was big, I look like a dad, woah (I look like a dad, woah) She got gator on her purse, it look like a rash, woah (Look like a motherf**kin' rash) Three hundred K out in Turks and I'm still in my bag, woah (Still in my bag) Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, woo) Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty I'm in a Benz Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt) Hop in your friend (Yeah) After your daughter (Yee) Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt I'm in the gym, of course I can't even care, whore I'm at the scene, yeah Knock off your boy, yeah Keeping it clean (Keeping it clean) Drac' with the beam (Drac' with a beam) I got your team (I got 'em) Popping a bean, yeah Maniac killed 'em (Yak) Maniac killed 'em (Slatt) Maniac killed 'em (Slatt) Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak Dissect your body like science class, n***a Give you my word, then I gotta deliver (I gotta) Bet they gon' know when the slime in the building Hot as a iron, I mean, hot like the skillet Creeping up, crawling, know I was just skipping Gangster 'cause you got a body, lil' n***a Magazine clips, so you might get your issue You think you gangster 'cause you got a pistol? (For real?) Bye-bye, Felicia Look for your body, so they gotta eat it (Okay) I am Yak Gotti, but I'm not a vegan (Hell nah, n***a) Flathead the pull up, the Honda, the Civic (Skrrt) Running from twelve, then I jumped the defenses Blood on my bottom, like Roddy Richie Look at my trigger, my trigger start itching Ride with that chick, she say point blank and period (Point blank and period) When I aim at you, it's point blank, no missing (Point blank, no missing) Lay in your grass and come out of your bushes (Let's go) Pick up that trip and I bet I'll start tripping Bet I'll start tripping like I get a rush My slime, he a crip, keep that stick like a crutch Mamba, fourth quarter how I'm in the clutch Ex-virgin tell me every time it is us Hold up the crown like it's knuck or you buck (Slime) Slatt! Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Gotti) Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, Yak, Yak) Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty I'm in a Benz Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt) Hop in your friend (Yeah) After your daughter (Yee) Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt I shot at your mans None of that sh*t wasn't planned I f**ked this b*t*h and her friend Both of them b*t*hes, they came on my pants Louis V dripping, lil' n***as Ain't none of my n***as ain't rocking no Vans He mad at me 'cause his b*t*h is a fan Do what I want, and he do what he can I put that b*t*h in a figure-four Too many vibes, so it's hard to pick a ho Came from the bottom, I used to be broke I was trapping, and I used to trap out the liquor store I bet it all on a ten fold Jump off the 'pat, that's a give and go Now when I rap on the track it's a ten or more I'm in the club with a Glock, it's extended Tint is so dark they can't see who is in it n***as ain't cashing out, these n***as rented YSL, we going overboard Plugged everywhere like extension cords Slime love all the time, I'm 'bout to blow like a mine I waited, I know it's my time All of my n***as got straps in the club And we just be screaming out Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty I'm in a Benz Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt) Hop in your friend (Yeah) After your daughter (Yee) Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt I'm in the gym, of course I can't even care, whore I'm at the scene, yeah Knock off your boy, yeah Keeping it clean Drac' with the beam I got your team Popping a bean, yeah
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