Slatty (Demo)

[Intro: Young Thug] Yeah Yeah [Chorus: Young Thug] Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt 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 Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt 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 [Verse 1: Young Thug] 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 I flood my wrist, feelin' ain't enough Now, I fuck my bitch 'til it ain't nothing I shoot out blanks, still ain't cuffin' up, Patek my main (Yeah) 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, coppin' lil' mama the Range (Yeah) Hop in the Jag, I just been doing the dash, woah (Skrt, skrt) 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 (I'm still in my bag) [Chorus: Young Thug & Yak Gotti] Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, woo) 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 Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt I'm in the gym, of course I don't even care, whore I'm at the scene, yeah Knock off your boy, yeah Keeping it clean (Keeping it clean, woah) Drac' with the beam (Drac' with a beam) I got your team Popping a bean, yeah [Pre-Verse: Yak Gotti] Maniac, killed 'em (Yak) Maniac, killed 'em (Slatt) Maniac, killed 'em (Slatt) Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak [Verse 2: Yak Gotti] 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 Mamba, fourth quarter how I'm in the clutch Ex-virgin tell me every time it is us Hold up the crown like it's knuck or you buck (Slime) Slatt! [Chorus: Young Thug & Yak Gotti] Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Gotti) Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, Yak, Yak) Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty Hop in a Benz Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt) Hop in your friend (Yeah) After your daughter (Yee) Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt [Verse 3: Lil Duke] 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 [Chorus: Young Thug] Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, woo) 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 Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt 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