Slatt (feat. Yung Nass)

I see the sky from my window
I read your thot like a kindle
Sniping this pic, it is candid
Chopping it up into pixels
I send a shot like a missile
Small like a flower, a powerful thistle
Tall for the hour
Frown if I miss you
Lost her, I found her
Proud that I kissed her
They salty, they sour I will never miss
A shawty in power, I will not forget
I can change my mind, I can take your bitch
I can take my time, I can make you switch
I do what I can while I still can
I do it while I still can

Pull up to the scene, and I'm slimin'
I'm not a toy, so don't try me
I mix the lean with a Hi-C
And I sip it with some iced tea
Her M-C-M wanna fight me
'Cause that nigga, he not like me
And his bitch tryna be my wifey
Look at my wrist, that shit icey
Just like under the curtain, they throwin' shade
I swear that these niggas are surfers, they hop on my wave
Money is on my mind, told that bitch, "Get out my face"
I am a slithery nigga, you know I'm a snake
I do not fuck with these niggas, they copy and paste
That bitch just sucked on my dick, and I asked how it taste
I am a demon when you let me out of my cage
I'a fuck your bitch, and I'a tell her to give me some space

I see the sky from my window
I read your thot like a kindle
Sniping this pic, it is candid
Chopping it up into pixels
I send a shot like a missile
Small like a flower, a powerful thistle
Tall for the hour
Frown if I miss you
Lost her, I found her
Proud that I kissed her
They salty, they sour I will never miss
A shawty in power, I will not forget
I can change my mind, I can take your bitch
I can take my time, I can make you switch
I do what I can while I still can
I do it while I still can

Why you playin?
Watch this payoff
Innovative
Manny Madeoff
Super saiyan, I am one of the best
Movin' players, I want more than just chess
All these other expressions are the same
She want me to say I'm over the rest
She overthinking, I'm more than impressed
They over there thinking this is a game
We, over here, think it's more than just sex
We, over here, think it's more to the test
We the overseers of the vor-to-the-tex
Look into the meter, I need more of the "change"
Look into the heater, I need more rest, and it's cold
So cold, too cold
Heat it up
Eat it up
Take a chance
Let me beat it up
And I'll do it right, for you, baby



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Mcleod
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