text: Yeah
  Yeah
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
  Hop in a Benz 
  Hopped out a Porsche 
  Hop in your friend 
  After your daughter 
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Im in the gym, of course
  I cant even care, whore
  Im out the scene, yeah
  Knock off your boy, yeah
  Keeping it clean 
  Drac with the beam
  I got your team
  Popping a bean, yeah
  I got a bag, it aint enough
  My left wrist bling, yes, it is tough
  I killed his man in front of his mama
  Like fuck lil bruh, sister and his cousin
  Now I kick my shit, that aint no punt
  Like fuck my wrist, it aint enough
  Now I fuck my bitch til it aint nothing
  I shoot out, blank, still aint cuffin up
  Proud of my money
  Kill em, not leaving a trace, yeah
  Kill em, not leaving a trace 
  Im bout to cut off the K, yeah
  Black diamonds, Martin Luther King 
  I had to break in the safe, yeah
  And I didnt leave em a trace 
  I had to break in that safe, yeah 
  Coppin lil mama the Range 
  Hop in the Jag, I just been doing the dash, woah
  Today my Margiela was big, I look like a dad, woah 
  She got gator on her purse, it look like a rash, woah 
  Three hundred K out in Turks and Im still in my bag, woah 
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt 
  Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
  Hop in a Benz 
  Hopped out a Porsche 
  Hop in your friend 
  After your daughter 
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Im in the gym, of course
  I cant even care, whore
  Im out the scene, yeah
  Knock off your boy, yeah
  Keeping it clean 
  Drac with the beam 
  I got your team 
  Popping a bean, yeah 
  Dissect your body like science class, nigga
  Give you my word, then I gotta deliver 
  Bet they gon know when the slime in the building
  Hot as a iron, I mean, hot like the skillet
  Creeping up, crawling, know I was just skipping
  Gangster cause you got a body, lil nigga
  Magazine clips, so you might get your issue
  You think you gangster cause you got a pistol? 
  Bye-bye, Felicia
  Look for your body, so they gotta eat it 
  I am Yak Gotti, but Im not a vegan 
  Flathead the pull up, the Honda, the Civic 
  Running from twelve, then I jumped the defenses
  Blood on my bottom, like Roddy Richie
  Look at my trigger, my trigger start itching
  Ride with that chick, she say point blank and period 
  When I aim at you, its point blank, no missing 
  Lay in your grass and come out of your bushes 
  Pick up that trip and I bet Ill start tripping
  Bet Ill start tripping like I get a rush
  My slime, he a crip, keep that stick like a crutch
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt 
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt 
  Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
  Hop in a Benz 
  Hopped out a Porsche 
  Hop in your friend 
  After your daughter 
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  We cant relate
  We from the hood, I was renegade 
  Stepped in the spot, had fish parquet 
  Cant be a slime, he got bitch boy trait
  She wanted to fuck, but I left L.A. 
  My savage, I bought him a new AK
  My birthday, I ran up that STK
  We smoke out the good and dont care what they say 
  Baguettie wrist
  I done got rich off of politics 
  Canary yellow, I gotta piss 
  Rich nigga brunch, I had fish and grits
  Want nothing back, I dont penny pinch
  Told her, Im pissed, come massage this dick
  I paid the high for that Glock with the switch 
  Guaranteed me, if I pop, it wont miss 
  I shot at your mans
  None of that shit wasnt planned
  I fucked this bitch and her friend, both of them bitches done came on my pants
  Louis V dripping, lil niggas, aint none of my niggas aint rocking no Vans
  He mad at me cause his bitch is a fan, do what I want and he do what he can
  I put that bitch in the figure-four, too many vibes, so its hard to pick a ho
  Came from the bottom, I used to be broke, I was trapping, and I used to trap out the liquor store
  I bet it all on the tin and foil
  Drop off the pack, thats a give and go
  Now when I rap on the track, its a ten or more
  Im in the club with a Glock, its extended
  Tint is so dark, they cant see who is in it
  Niggas aint cashing out, these niggas rented
  YSL, we going overboard
  Plugged everywhere like extension cord
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt 
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
  Hop in a Benz 
  Hopped out a Porsche 
  Hop in your friend 
  After your daughter 
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
  Im in the gym, of course
  I cant even care, whore
  Im out the scene, yeah
  Knock off your boy, yeah
  Keeping it clean 
  Drac with the beam
  I got your team
  Popping a bean