HoodRich - Screaming Slatt (feat. Young Thug) (2019)

Intro:
Yeah
Young SEX
What's up, nigga? What’s happenin'?
Uh, ayy
48 kHz
Yee

Chorus:
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:
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:
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:
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:
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:
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)