Young Thug - Slatty (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Thug - Slatty (en) Lyrics
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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
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
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)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt,
slatt (Yeah, yeah, woo)
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)
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
Slatty, slatt, slatt,
slatt, slatt (Gotti)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
(Yeah, yeah, Yak, Yak)
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)
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
Popping a bean
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