Splatt w/ My Slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ya ya ya
I'm sliding in a splatt with my slat
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok I'm sliding wit yo boo
Wit these racks
We in the splatt
That what's gone get yo Bitch attached
I know She ain't for me so I told the streets, to take her back
MOE we b the mob
Ok I'm sliding in splatt
Tinted windows 2B exact
Don't get toasted lil bih because this toaster sitting on my lap
Plus my slime got the strap
Because if it's smoke then we gone pass it
The whole gang gotta match em
Dope disappear just like magic
Yes I gotta keep this ratchet
In traffic, ya it get tragic
Ian worried about no rappers
These cappers, these fucking actors
These bitches they all slimy
I fuck em and then I pass em
Then I go hop back up In Traffic
With my slatt
And you know we got the straps
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
ya ya ya
I'm sliding in a splatt with my slat
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ya ya ya
I'm sliding in a splatt with my slat
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok I'm sliding wit yo boo
Wit these racks
We in the splatt
That what's gone get yo Bitch attached
I know She ain't for me so I told the streets, to take her back
MOE we b the mob
Ok I'm sliding in splatt
Tinted windows 2B exact
Don't get toasted lil bih because this toaster sitting on my lap
Plus my slime got the strap
Because if it's smoke then we gone pass it
The whole gang gotta match em
Dope disappear just like magic
Yes I gotta keep this ratchet
In traffic, ya it get tragic
Ian worried about no rappers
These cappers, these fucking actors
These bitches they all slimy
I fuck em and then I pass em
Then I go hop back up In Traffic
With my slatt
And you know we got the straps
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
ya ya ya
I'm sliding in a splatt with my slat
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Ok, I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
Yeah yeah yeah
I'm sliding in a splatt with my slatt
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Writer(s): Nino Franklin
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