Slime slatt

She gave me head like a hat

Look at the racks In the bag

Look at the racks and they stack

Look at the car wit no tags

I fuck that bitch from the back

Niggas got nothin to say

Niggas they never keep track

I keep the bens in the sink

I swear these hoes they cap

Bullets they might hit ya face

Choppa got black belt it kick back

Lil Gotit say slatt (slatt)

He said he want what we had

All we drink is tech

Look at chains around my neck

What chain imma get next

Swear that I already did that

Your bitch still attached

Snakes slither

Did that hate hit ya

I'm no changed nigga

I got late hittas

I got paid niggas

At the bank witcha

How you fuck wit the clowns

You a mouse

And you made a sound

Pull up wit 5 hoes

Out of town

Now they gotta bounce

Pull up wit my dawgs

They got sticks

And they sound like hounds

Made that nigga mad He some shit

Made him wear all brown

King of this shit yea it’s gold

Made me wear a crown

Pull up wit a glow stick wit a scope

Yea they laid him down

K's split ya

Did that drink hit ya

In a grey sprinter

Yea they hate witcha

You can't drip

You a juice spilla

All my racks they drowned on my fit

Dry them with a towel

I Got all the 4’s for a clown

Made that nigga bounce

Slime slatt

She gave me head like a hat

Look at the racks In the bag

Look at the racks and they stack

Look at the car wit no tags

I fuck that bitch from the back

Niggas got nothin to say

Niggas they never keep track

I keep the bens in the sink

I swear these hoes they cap

Bullets they might hit ya face

Spend all the money on pizza

She got no visa

I am the cheetah you zebra

Slap on her ass her name nia

Look like a creature

No you can not get a feature

Drink the whole liter

Yea she suck dick she a eater

Went to get iced up at Ritas

I am no teacher

I'm am so hot check ya meter

Yea you be snitching you leaker

Slime slatt

She gave me head like a hat

Look at the racks In the bag

Look at the racks and they stack

Look at the car wit no tags

I fuck that bitch from the back

Niggas got nothin to say

Niggas they never keep track

I keep the bens in the sink

I swear these hoes they cap

Bullets they might hit ya face

Snake fighter

He a snake bitter

He a label rider

Yea they chase fire

Yea they sign you wit that million dollars

Look at all these hatter and they mad

Tryna put out fire

They just tryna hose on my shit

So I get no dollars

Made them niggas mad they so mad

Made them ho's retire

I got all the water

I be drippin season every color

Chillin wit all white shock da fit

And I look like powder

Coming in so strong making cash

Make me shock like wires