Lyrics Slatt Season 3 - Drego, Beno, GT

Slatt Season 3

Kilo made this
Beep, beep
I’ve been standin' in the kitchen, ayy, yeah
We did all that shit niggas rap about
Dawg, if I ain’t got my stick, I’ma scrap it out
Brrt, bah
I supply the pack, boy, you work the house
Your bitch, she suckin' dick, you kissed her in her mouth
Ridin' around with the chop, I better not see you out
We find out where the opps be and we gon' stake it out, uh
She sat up on my lap and hit the Bay Kid bounce, uh
I sat up in the chair, ran up like sixty thousand
I sent that shit to Indy, made like thirty thousand
Man, it’s brazy what you doin' out of public housing
I check the mobile app to look at my deposit
It’s eleven in the clip, I feel like Michael Conley
Told her read through the lines, bitch get hooked on phonics
Oh, she keep talkin' trips out to Punta Cana
I’d rather be with you, I feel like Boosie Collins
I kill niggas for that pay, nigga, with no problem
Ridin' 'round town, I feel like Ricky in the Maserati
I wonder if they gon' treat me like Drake if I hit Toronto
I’m just really tryna hide this five hundred thousand
I just made all this shit out the fuckin' Mounts
Walked in with the strap, I’m good with the bounce
Act tough in this bitch, we get to surroundin'
So much paper comin' in, we need an accountant
We just ran through a pint, it’s makin' me drowsy
I ain’t gon' talk about that bag with you, nigga, unless you really catchin'
Chillin' at the table while he bled and that lil' nigga pressed him
Man, she a PYT saddity bitch
The lil' dumb bitch asked me if I’m really rich
Bitch, do you see my 'fit?
How you trappin' for some months, dawg?
You ain’t even come back rich
Oh, now I get it, I see y’all in your bag and shit
I can flip it and triple off my last and shit
Shit, do they love me?
Or 'cause I’m in my bag and shit?
I get to bustin' as soon you try to grab a stick
They know I’m slime, I ain’t havin' it
I can’t go broke, lil' ho, I’m P. Diddy rich
I can’t go broke, lil' ho, we already rich
I told him leave the mask for some extra grip
I just made a triple-double off my last assist
In the club drippin' hard, nigga splashin' Cris'
That lil' petty ass money, I wasn’t flashin' shit
I’m sittin' back at the loft while I bag and zip
I sit back and watch him ball while I bag his bitch
You gon' turn to Chris Paul and probably pass the stick
I swear we get the right call, then we all get rich
I sit back and laugh at all the niggas that switched