Slatt Season 2 lyrics

[Intro: Beno]
Kilo made this
Beep, woo

[Chorus: Drego]
I told the lil' b*tch listen, don't ask questions why
When you come to me, you gotta testify
I heard you really with it, heard you wanna ride, yeah
I heard you with the sh*ts, drive when I slide then
I told the lil' b*tch listen, don't ask questions why
When you come to me, you gotta testify
I heard you really with it, heard you wanna ride, yeah
I heard you with the sh*ts, drive when I slide then

[Verse 1: Beno]
Hop out the S 550 then high five my slime
And when it come to me, b*tch, you better lie
I gotta keep on goin', can't let 'em kill my pride, damn
Ridin' through the trenches, yeah, I supply it
Uh, ridin' with your b*tch, yeah, she be drivin'

[Verse 2: Drego]
Man, jack in the box, hop out, surprise, damn
She was an opp b*tch, lil' ho a slime
She said the di*k so good, it got her switchin' sides
I swear my aim so good, I'm tryna hit it now
I asked him is this sh*t good? I'm tryna spend it now
Run through the clips once and then spin around
[Verse 3: Beno]
Got the city all on my back, it's time to buckle down
It's on the plane, on the bus, it's a turn around
If we have a problem, run up in your house
This lil' b*tch a thottie, you ain't figure out
If you ain't up a hundred, boy, shut your mouth

[Verse 4: Drego]
I got the oven three-fifty, I'm 'bout to bake him now
Yeah, Melvin, baby boy, it's 'bout the butter, huh
You still doing plain janes, you need to bust it down
It's gon' be a house of pain, bring Uncle Curtis out
That's that one big chop you ain't heard about
I know this lil' n*gga better not run his mouth
Or I'ma pull up right there by his mama house
This the type of sh*t that bring the demon out me

[Verse 5: Beno]
I caught her down Atlanta walkin' out of trolleys
She a freaky b*tch, she suck the semen out me
I swear she got the perfect body
She got expensive taste, she wanna smoke Biscotti
Lil' b*tch asked was I in Illuminati?
I prefer the steak or the calamari
And if you got a problem, throw that boy a party
I'll f*ck up the party, boy, don't get me started
[Verse 6: Drego]
Yeah, I'm in Magnolia like I'm Playboi Carti
Please don't get that playboy started, I'ma have my hitter archin'
Can you bend it over? Show you how to arch it
Man, I said, "b*tch, I ain't repeatin'," she said, "Beg your pardon?"
I told her, "b*tch, give me kisses 'cause I'm 'bout to part you"
I said, "Lil' baby, can we f*ck? We ain't gotta argue"
She tote a lil' two-five like she Chandler Parsons
I told my dawg do the limit and we ain't gotta argue

[Chorus: Drego]
I told the lil' b*tch listen, don't ask questions why
When you come to me, you gotta testify
I heard you really with it, heard you wanna ride, yeah
I heard you with the sh*ts, drive when I slide then
I told the lil' b*tch listen, don't ask questions why
When you come to me, you gotta testify
I heard you really with it, heard you wanna ride, yeah
I heard you with the sh*ts, drive when I slide then

[Outro: Beno]
Let me hear it