text: Slatt shit, pop shit
  Slatt, slatt, oh
  I told em folks free my brother
  Real nigga ride with a cutter
  Pull up with the heat like its summer
  Made that boy cry to his mother
  I told my bros I love em
  If we see the opps we say fuck em
  If we see the law we gon duck em
  In the Maybach with king Thugger
  Better tell your niggas stay humble
  He was trappin out the jungle
  Stackin them racks and them hundreds
  The shit that they do, he done done it
  If you want it, better run it
  This shit that we do for the money
  Droppin the roof in the summer
  Ride Bentley coupes when we wanna
  Really made it out the gutter
  And if you want beef we like whats up?
  Got that boy prayin for good luck
  I need more cash than a Brinks truck
  We got that bag now, pullin up paper tags now
  Hoppin out of the Jags now, million reasons to brag now
  Pull up in a new two seater, I dropped a bag on my reefer
  Bitch I go fast like a cheetah, I got Supreme on my beater
  Revenge with the storm like Katrina, lil bitch Im sharp like a needle
  Im a rockstar like The Beatles, Im a real slime, yeah I mean it
  All this ice, it got me freezing, now Im up, I cant believe it
  I told that bitch I dont need it, I want the bills like Im Lincoln
  Im tryna get my bro out the penno, we gon pick you up in that Benzo
  Boogers still drippin in Kenzo, I put that bitch in the friendzone
  Im tryna core like the endzone, slime shit, you get the memo
  Gucci belt strapped like a Pinto, Im givin you game fuck a demo
  If you want it, better run it
  This shit that we do for the money
  Droppin the roof in the summer
  Ride Bentley coupes when we wanna
  Really made it out the gutter
  And if you want beef we like whats up?
  Got that boy prayin for good luck
  I need more cash than a Brinks truck
  I need that cash in four reasons
  I count up that cash and get lean
  I get in my bag every day
  I got Cuban links up to my face
  Thats a four in that cream, I can taste
  I pour Act then I start to get lazy
  Go see ma in the hood with that K
  Now Im starting to see I got fame
  Gunna Gunna, I drip, leave a stain
  Went to Icebox and Eliantte
  YSL, aint no cap in our game
  Go to hell, you still in our way
  Went through hell and called it a phase
  Gold on my Rolls, in separate chains
  Still rock Vlone, I feel Baris pain
  Thug got the Bentley truck
  Yeah, Im coppin the Bentley coupe
  Swerve, got paid to move out the zoo
  Splurge, its nothin else left to do
  We shoot out with any crew
  I see the cash coming like deja vu
  Wear an S on my hat when Im missin Troup
  Got your back, watch the front, we can never lose
  Adding shit, adding shit, adding shit out
  On addy and molly, aint coming down
  I dress my new condo and bop it out
  They love the new spot, let em switch it out
  I stopped checking tags, just cop it now
  Every week its a show in and out of town
  I aint trade all my ties, swear I love the South
  Rollies, APs, and Pateks, we bust em down
  Disrespect my snakes, I gotta ride
  Twistin slime, we say slatt til we fuckin die
  Slatt, my gon abide by
  Lie in the court, I cant testify
  Blue hundreds, yeah Im still colorblind
  Say nothin, its gon be a homicide
  Ima go free my slime, we aint doin time
  Only us, aint no love for the other side
  If you want it, better run it
  This shit that we do for the money
  Droppin the roof in the summer
  Ride Bentley coupes when we wanna
  Really made it out the gutter
  And if you want beef we like whats up?
  Got that boy prayin for good luck
  I need more cash than a Brinks truck