Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slatt Season 3 , by - DregoRelease date: 14.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |