Slatt, Slatt, Slatt
Slatt, Slatt, Slatt
Slatt, Slatt, Slatt
Slatt, Slatt, Slatt
We put the smoke in the air, finna light up
Stealing our swag, he tryna' bite us
Wrist presidential, I'm feeling like Biden
The coupe? or the GLE? I'm still deciding
When I walk in the spot, that bitch getting excited
Put the boy in the air, my Glock been on that kite shit
We gon' kick down your door, I'm on my Cobra Kai shit
Bitch I'm taking the throne, give a fuck if you like it
I fuck your hoe, I don't care bout it, uh
I got the fire, you wan' flare 'bout it? Uh
I'm going up, like a stair 'bout it, uh
I'm gon' hop out the truck, that's a big body, uh
That nigga wanna be somebody, uh
Your bitch ain't bad, got a bum body, uh
Legally slow got a dumb body, uh
You want a problem? The Glock in the trunk
Uh, uh, uh, run it, run it
Wahhh
I got the 'Gat, now he running
I'm in an all black Jag, or something
She finna throw that ass, or something
My diamonds got that flash, the sun
Fuck it
My brother he got the Glock, bust it
That nigga music it stink, musty
I'm finna go make a rack, double it
Fucking an old hoe, bucket
I'm not in a band, Choppa blow like a trumpet
I don't fuck with niggas, man, I'm on my Trump shit
Beat up the beat, my Glock been on that drum shit
You got no money, man, you on that dumb shit
Not talking trash, but my Glock finna dump shit
I just be shooting for fun, shit
I make a movie when I'm in the function
Gang off the Perc' so he can't even function
They said it's not even fair, huh
I got fur on my coat, like a bear, huh
We put the smoke in the air, huh
You get hit with the stick, like a snare, huh
She on all fours, like a chair, huh
Man, none of these niggas compare, huh
Run up on me? Do you dare? Huh
You get hit with a (Woo)
Rick Flare, huh
I fuck your hoe, I don't care bout it, uh
I got the fire, you wan' flare 'bout it? Uh
I'm going up, like a stair bout it, uh
When I hop out of the truck, that's a big body, uh
That nigga wanna be somebody, uh
Your bitch ain't bad, got a bum body, uh
Legally slow got a dumb body, uh
You want a problem? The Glock in the trunk
(I fuck your hoe, I don't care 'bout it, uh)
(I got the fire, you wan' flare 'bout it? Uh)
(I'm going up, like a stair 'bout it, uh)
(When I hop out the truck, that's a big body, uh)
(That nigga wanna be somebody, uh)
(Your bitch ain't bad, got a bum body, uh)
(Legally slow got a dumb body, uh)
(You want a problem? The Glock in the trunk)