Slatt Talk lyrics

[Intro: MoMoney Moo]
(Welcome to TPT Beats)
Ayy, b*tch, my shooter off an E, n*gga, off the beats
Ayy, ayy, brodie a thug, n*gga, don't mug
b*tch, my shooters so slime, they like to throw slugs
Anything you put our name on, watch it go up
Dress the b*tch in 'ñejo, she finna throw—

[Verse 1: 24Lik]
Boy, you ain't no slime, you just di*k suckin' (Slatt)
And why you cuffin' all them hoes that we been f*ckin'? (What you doin'?)
n*ggas sendin' all them shots, but ain't hit nothin' (Who you kiddin'?)
And when I put this Glock to use, I bet I hit somethin' (n*gga)
And I'm a legend on the block, I feel like Tim Duncan
And you would think the trap Zion how this b*tch jumpin' (This b*tch lit)
In that jam, I'm gon' shoot, you'd probably get to runnin'
In them stores, I jam too, the clerk such a dummy

[Verse 2: RealRichIzzo]
n*ggas talk a lot of slatt
Catch you actin' like you slime, you gon' get your ass slapped, n*gga (b*tch-ass n*gga)
Before a verse, she used to f*ck me off the racks (Duh)
Now I ain't even gotta talk, she gon' f*ck because I rap (I'm RealRich)

[Verse 3: MoMoney Moo & RealRichIzzo]
Ayy, the b*tch a nat, probably f*ckin' off the Scat (Slatt)
I'm so slatt, lil' b*tch let me hit it in the back (Slime, slime, slime)
Ayy, my n*ggas on it, probably rollin' in the back
You better dodge when them demons pull up yankin' out the 'Cat, ayy
If you ridin' clean, Melly, take him out his Scat
Heard you guys in need of profit, Morg, take him out the racks, n*gga (Need that)
f*ck front, I'm finna take him out the back (He gone)
Strapped up, even if I'm in a Caddy I don't lack, n*gga
[Verse 4: 24Lik & MoMoney Moo]
And, uh, this b*tch a freak, I done broke her lil' back (Stupid sl*t)
She got to bustin' like an Uzi while I'm rippin' out her tracks
This ain't that, I say slatt and them boys gon' leave you whacked, n*gga (Get you gone)
And I say slime, then them boys get on your ass, n*gga
When they on your ass, they gon' leave you in the past, n*gga
Snitchin', think you slick? Probably wanna ask the last n*gga

[Verse 5: RealRichIzzo & MoMoney Moo]
Run, Forrest, boy, don't end up like the last n*gga (You gotta run)
Forrest, move fast or them bullets in your ass, n*gga
Don't mind us, this that slatt talk (Slatt)
Moo said he want 'Cat, I need a Trackhawk (That big body)
My mind gone, sh*t, I think I want the Lam' truck (Damn)
Boy, I'm drunk as f*ck, wastin' Patrón on my lamb chops
I'ma shoot this whole thirty 'til my hand lock ('Til it's locked, n*gga)
Or come flyin' in trippin' like I'm Hanc*ck (Like the hero)
This n*gga actin' tough like he Hanc*ck
Goofy lil' n*gga, that's that sh*t that got your mans dropped

[Verse 6: FWC Big Key]
Ayy, slatt talk, you ain't my kind (He ain't with us)
Just because you know my mans, you ain't my slime (Slatt)
It's Key, I could punch a whole Yacht', b*tch, if I tried (Swear to God)
Bury me with an embosser, b*tch, when I die
b*tch, we in traffic with them sticks
When I say I'm with my slime, not the sh*t that be on Nick, n*gga (Nickelodeon)
She can't take it, got her bustin' off the tip
Would've thought that ho was gay the way she runnin' from the di*k, n*gga (Hah)
[Verse 7: Lik & FWC Big Key]
And don't think about trying, 'cause you know I got the blick
Get to passin' out shots like I'm sippin' on a fifth
Auntie just hit my line, say she need another fix
Free my n*ggas doin' time, we gon' appeal that lil' sh*t
Cut that sh*t out, boy, you is not a demon (Cut that sh*t out)
My best friend a ghost like I'm Tommy Egan (Get it?)

[Verse 8: Lil Head 392]
b*tch, I'm the Ghost, but I'm not with Keisha
In that room, my mouth closed like I'm tired of breathin' (My mouth sealed)
b*tch, it's Lil Head
Every time I'm with your b*tch, I get a lil' head (Facts)
Ten thousand ain't no loaf, that's some lil' bread (Light-ass cheese)
The n*gga that you call your plug, that's my lil' mans

[Outro: MoMoney Moo]
Ayy
Like if you ain't certified, I can't ride with you
I'm somewhere in them stores gettin' fours, sippin' apple juice
Ayy
Slatt
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