Screaming Slatt

[Intro: Young Thug] Yeah Young SEX What's up, nigga? What’s happenin'? Uh, ayy 48 kHz Yee [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Young Thug] All my niggas yellin' slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy (Woo, woo, woo) Get the bag, got too many racks, we don’t put on fake diamonds (Let's go, let's go) We'll run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me (Let's go) All my bitches' ass fat, she let me hit it from behind her (Okay) I told 'em not to hit me back 'til a nigga really down Told his bitch about these racks, I’m not spendin’ any time All my bitches out the mud, bitch, I'ma be a slime I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Young Thug] I got woodgrain in the Bentley, I was thinkin’ 'bout sharin' these riches I got bitches on bitches on bitches, thinkin' ’bout puttin' 'em all in my business I gotta see what I'm spendin', I gotta keep a dime with me (Woo) I got some trees like it's Christmas, I'm strapped up with big definition Hop out this Rolls Royce, I got a million bitches Big Tymer with these racks and all my jewelry litty I got big baguettes, baggy-bag', yeah, uh, uh Treyway, Treyway (Woo) [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Young Thug] All my niggas yellin' slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy (Woo, woo, woo) Get the bag, got too many racks, we don't put on fake diamonds (Let's go, let's go) We'll run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me (Let's go) All my bitches' ass fat, she let me hit it from behind her (Okay) Told 'em not to hit me back 'til a nigga really down Told his bitch about these racks, I'm not spendin' any time All my bitches out the mud, bitch, I'ma be a slime I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Walk in yellin', "Slatt," we got money, power, respect Partners in the Hellcat, yellin' "Free my nigga Yak" Bleveland Ave where we at She suckin' that dick, it gon' make it wet She a lil' freak for the bustdown Patek Soon as it touch down, I bust down the pack Slime, nigga, wipe your nose Broke boy be sloppy joe Clutch on the stick, he'll knock at the door I like her, she a lil' freak, she a ho Can't wife her, you know I'm in love with my dough I know how to aim, what the fuck I need a scope for? Lil Gotit pull up with that Draco, go loco, Find out where the opps live and pull a kick door Come to the trap, we got numbers like limbo All of my bitches get slimy Don't tweet for no nigga, I catch him, he dyin' A million diamonds and all of 'em mine I done got me a check, I done ran up them digits Cap ass nigga, you a fitted Saint Laurent hoodie, bitches tryna get in my business (Bitch) [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Young Thug] All my niggas yellin' slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy (Woo, woo, woo) Get the bag, got too many racks, we don't put on fake diamonds (Let's go, let's go) We'll run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me (Let's go) All my bitches' ass fat, she let me hit it from behind her (Okay) Told 'em not to hit me back 'til a nigga really down Told his bitch about these racks, I'm not spendin' any time All my bitches out the mud, bitch, I'ma be a slime I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine (Yeah, yeah) [Outro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Young Thug] All my niggas yellin' slatt (Aw, woo) All my bitches, they get slimy (Woo, woo, woo) We'll run off with that pack Do it again if you remind me (Yeah)