Slatt Season 5
๐ต 2589 characters
โฑ๏ธ 1:57 duration
๐ ID: 5889749
๐ Lyrics
(Enrgy made this one)
Right
Boy, I'm 'bout my cheddar cheese, yeah, I'm in a different league (bitch)
Pour a pint up in a Sprite, pour a pint up in a cream
Came up off that triple beam, sell blow, boy, what you need? (What you need?)
All I need to know is would she go for the fettuccine? (Would she go for the fettuccine?)
In your bity, I'ma get it gone before you ever see me (huh)
Put the pump to your head, knock the meat out your panini (mm-hmm)
Can you stuff these thousand lil' pills up in your vagigi?
How we gon' get these thousand 'bows back? Put 'em on a TP
Promethazine and codeine, baby girl, Alex and Celine
So many legs hangin' off the Drac', it look like a centipede (it look like a centipede)
Uh, one false move, bitch, it's gon' be a casualty
Uh, sell a thousand blues quick, yeah, I move rapidly (right)
Uh, I promise, I keep this shit a buck just like Giannis (just like Giannis)
I paid twenty thousand for the brick, he get it on consignment (on consignment)
Uh, throw your bankroll in the club, yeah, I change the climate
Uh, bitch perfect timin' (mm-hmm), H colored diamonds (yeah)
I wanna see you throw it back for a thug (for a thug)
Got his bitch in the room with her ass tooted up (tooted up)
Uh, I hit a nigga in his hat for his plug
Uh, all a nigga know is move the bag, run it up (baow, baow) (man)
Uh, I just wanna brack a seal, my bitch wanna sip some wine
Told my bitch to whisper in her ear, "Damn, bitch, you mighty fine"
Bring them hoes to the room at 2 A.M., yeah, that's perfect time (woo)
Broke an RP30 down three ways, we got a Perky bond (woo)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no stick, bitch, but this a dirty nine (brrt-brrt)
Pull up tryna give AR a test, but I ain't talkin' Ron (I ain't talkin' Ron)
The trap spot is just like Mickey D's, come get a quarter pound
Bitch, I'm tryna see what them guts like just like an ultrasound
And my bro say her head good, I swear to God he never lied (never lied)
Hit his block around nine, pullin' up with GG5 (woo, baow)
I can't go against the grind, I bang blues for 55
Do a trick with this mix, you get rich, it'll blow your mind (blow your mind)
Two bands for this Gucci coat, yeah, it cost a zip of dope
Forty thousand off beans a month, I ain't goin' broke
Uh, she a tuck, gon' let you fuck, just keep it on the low (just keep it on the low)
Nigga, I supply the trap, nigga, you go to the store (you go to the strore)
Yeah, I be boolin' in the trap with the fiends
I be sellin' G74, 73s (73s)
I can get you a good deal, I'ma-
Shh, what you need?
Uh, wake up, pour a one, two, three, go back to sleep (bitch, uh)
Right
Boy, I'm 'bout my cheddar cheese, yeah, I'm in a different league (bitch)
Pour a pint up in a Sprite, pour a pint up in a cream
Came up off that triple beam, sell blow, boy, what you need? (What you need?)
All I need to know is would she go for the fettuccine? (Would she go for the fettuccine?)
In your bity, I'ma get it gone before you ever see me (huh)
Put the pump to your head, knock the meat out your panini (mm-hmm)
Can you stuff these thousand lil' pills up in your vagigi?
How we gon' get these thousand 'bows back? Put 'em on a TP
Promethazine and codeine, baby girl, Alex and Celine
So many legs hangin' off the Drac', it look like a centipede (it look like a centipede)
Uh, one false move, bitch, it's gon' be a casualty
Uh, sell a thousand blues quick, yeah, I move rapidly (right)
Uh, I promise, I keep this shit a buck just like Giannis (just like Giannis)
I paid twenty thousand for the brick, he get it on consignment (on consignment)
Uh, throw your bankroll in the club, yeah, I change the climate
Uh, bitch perfect timin' (mm-hmm), H colored diamonds (yeah)
I wanna see you throw it back for a thug (for a thug)
Got his bitch in the room with her ass tooted up (tooted up)
Uh, I hit a nigga in his hat for his plug
Uh, all a nigga know is move the bag, run it up (baow, baow) (man)
Uh, I just wanna brack a seal, my bitch wanna sip some wine
Told my bitch to whisper in her ear, "Damn, bitch, you mighty fine"
Bring them hoes to the room at 2 A.M., yeah, that's perfect time (woo)
Broke an RP30 down three ways, we got a Perky bond (woo)
I ain't talkin' 'bout no stick, bitch, but this a dirty nine (brrt-brrt)
Pull up tryna give AR a test, but I ain't talkin' Ron (I ain't talkin' Ron)
The trap spot is just like Mickey D's, come get a quarter pound
Bitch, I'm tryna see what them guts like just like an ultrasound
And my bro say her head good, I swear to God he never lied (never lied)
Hit his block around nine, pullin' up with GG5 (woo, baow)
I can't go against the grind, I bang blues for 55
Do a trick with this mix, you get rich, it'll blow your mind (blow your mind)
Two bands for this Gucci coat, yeah, it cost a zip of dope
Forty thousand off beans a month, I ain't goin' broke
Uh, she a tuck, gon' let you fuck, just keep it on the low (just keep it on the low)
Nigga, I supply the trap, nigga, you go to the store (you go to the strore)
Yeah, I be boolin' in the trap with the fiends
I be sellin' G74, 73s (73s)
I can get you a good deal, I'ma-
Shh, what you need?
Uh, wake up, pour a one, two, three, go back to sleep (bitch, uh)