Slatty (feat. Yak Gotti & Lil Duke)

Southside on the track, yeah Yeah Yeah Chorus: Young Thug Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty Hop in a Benz What 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 out the scene, yeah Knock off your boy, yeah Keeping it clean Woah Drac' with the beam I got your team Popping a bean, yeah Verse 1: Young Thug 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 fuck lil' bruh, sister and his cousin Now I kick my shit, that ain't no punt Like fuck my wrist, it ain't enough Now I fuck my bitch '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 motherfuckin' rash Three hundred K out in Turks and I'm still in my bag, woah Still in my bag Chorus: Young Thug & Yak Gotti Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Yeah, yeah, woo Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty Hop in a Benz What 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 out the scene, yeah Knock off your boy, yeah Keeping it clean Maniac killed 'em Drac' with the beam Maniac killed 'em I got your team Maniac killed 'em Popping a bean, yeah Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak Verse 2: Yak Gotti Dissect your body like science class, nigga 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' nigga 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, nigga 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 Chorus: Young Thug & Yak Gotti 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 Hop in a Benz What 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 Verse 3: Gunna We can't relate We from the hood, I was renegade Renegade Stepped in the spot, had fish parquet Yeah Can't be a slime, he got bitch boy trait She wanted to fuck, but I left L.A. L.A. My savage, I bought him a new AK My birthday, I ran up that STK We smoke out the good and don't care what they say Care what they say, slatt Baguettie wrist I done got rich off of politics Politics Canary yellow, I gotta piss Uh Rich nigga brunch, I had fish and grits Want nothing back, I don't penny pinch Told her, I'm pissed, come massage this dick I paid the high for that Glock with the switch Glock with the switch Guaranteed me, if I pop, it won't miss Pop, it won't miss Verse 4: Lil Duke I shot at your mans None of that shit wasn't planned I fucked this bitch and her friend, both of them bitches done came on my pants Louis V dripping, lil' niggas, ain't none of my niggas ain't rocking no Vans He mad at me 'cause his bitch is a fan, do what I want and he do what he can I put that bitch in the 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 the tin and foil Drop off the pack, 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 Niggas ain't cashing out, these niggas rented YSL, we going overboard Plugged everywhere like extension cord Chorus: Young Thug Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Yeah, yeah, woo Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty Hop in a Benz What 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 out the scene, yeah Knock off your boy, yeah Keeping it clean Woah Drac' with the beam I got your team Popping a bean