Screaming Slatt (feat. Young Thug)

Yeah

Young SEX

What's up, nigga? What's happenin'?

Uh, ayy

48 kHz

Yee

All my niggas yellin' slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy (whoo, whoo, whoo)

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)

I got woodgrain in the Bentley, I was thinkin' 'bout sharin' these riches (yeah)

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 (whoo)

I got some trees like it's Christmas (Christmas), I'm strapped up with big definition

Hop out this Rolls Royce, I got a million bitches (yeah)

Big Tymer with these racks and all my jewelry litty (all jewelry litty)

I got big baguettes, baggy-bag', yeah, uh, uh

Treyway, Treyway (whoo)

All my niggas yellin' slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy (whoo, whoo, whoo)

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)

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 (she freak)

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)

All my niggas yellin' slatt, all my bitches, they get slimy (whoo, whoo, whoo)

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)

All my niggas yellin' slatt (aw, whoo)

All my bitches, they get slimy (whoo, whoo, whoo)

We'll run off with that pack

Do it again if you remind me (yeah)