Drego, Beno, G.T. - Slatt Season 3 lyrics
[Drego, Beno, G.T. - Slatt Season 3 lyrics]
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
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