Slatty (feat. Yak Gotti & Lil Duke) Ringtone – Young Stoner Life, Young Thug, Gunna Ringtones Download

Slatty (feat. Yak Gotti & Lil Duke) Ringtone – Young Stoner Life, Young Thug, Gunna Ringtones Download

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  • Writer(s) : Jeffery Williams, Sergio Kitchens, Deamonte Kendrick, Arnold Martinez, Joshua Luellen
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  • Album : Slime Language 2 (Release Date: April 16, 2021)
  • Label : YSL, 300
  • Producer(s) : Southside, Gunboi, PVLACE
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    LYRIC to the SONG

    [Young Thug:]
    (Southside on the track, yeah)
    Yeah
    Yeah
    ~ Lyric by Free-ringtones.net ~

    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 (What?)
    Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt)
    Hop in your friend (Yeah)
    After your daughter (Yee)
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    I’m in the gym, of course
    I can’t even care, whore
    I’m out the scene, yeah
    Knock off your boy, yeah
    Keeping it clean (whoa)
    Drac’ with the beam
    I got your team
    Popping a bean, yeah
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    I got a bag, it ain’t enough
    My left wrist bling, yes, it is tough
    I killed his man in front of his mama
    Like f*** lil’ bruh, sister and his cousin
    Now I kick my s***, that ain’t no punt
    Like f*** my wrist, it ain’t enough
    Now I f*** my b**** ’til it ain’t nothing
    I shoot out, blank, still ain’t cuffin’ up
    Proud of my money
    Kill ’em, not leaving a trace, yeah
    Kill ’em, not leaving a trace (Brrt)
    I’m ’bout to cut off the K, yeah
    Black diamonds, Martin Luther King (Black)
    I had to break in the safe, yeah
    And I didn’t leave ’em a trace (Yeah)
    I had to break in that safe, yeah (Yeah)
    Coppin’ lil’ mama the Range (Yeah)
    Hop in the Jag, I just been doing the dash, whoa
    Today my Margiela was big, I look like a dad, whoa (I look like a dad, whoa)
    She got gator on her purse, it look like a rash, whoa (Look like a motherf***in’ rash)
    Three hundred K out in Turks and I’m still in my bag, whoa (Still in my bag)
    ~ Lyric by Free-ringtones.net ~

    [Young Thug (Yak Gotti):]
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, woo)
    Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
    Hop in a Benz (What?)
    Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt)
    Hop in your friend (Yeah)
    After your daughter (Yee)
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    I’m in the gym, of course
    I can’t even care, whore
    I’m out the scene, yeah
    Knock off your boy, yeah
    Keeping it clean (ManiYak get ’em)
    Drac’ with the beam (ManiYak get ’em)
    I got your team (ManiYak get ’em)
    Popping a bean, yeah (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
    ~ Lyric by Free-ringtones.net ~

    [Yak Gotti:]
    Dissect your body like science class, ni***
    Give you my word, then I gotta deliver (I gotta)
    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’ ni***
    Magazine clips, so you might get your issue
    You think you gangster ’cause you got a pistol? (For real?)
    Bye-bye, Felicia
    Look for your body, so they gotta eat it (Okay)
    I am Yak Gotti, but I’m not a vegan (Hell nah, ni***)
    Flathead the pull up, the Honda, the Civic (Skrrt)
    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
    (Point blank and period)
    When I aim at you, it’s point blank, no missing
    (Point blank, no missing)
    Lay in your grass and come out of your bushes (Let’s go)
    Pick up that trip and I bet I’ll start tripping
    Bet I’ll start tripping like I get a rush
    My slime, he a crip, keep that stick like a crutch
    ~ Lyric by Free-ringtones.net ~

    [Young Thug (Yak Gotti):]
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Gotti)
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, Yak, Yak)
    Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
    Hop in a Benz (What?)
    Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt)
    Hop in your friend (Yeah)
    After your daughter (Yee)
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    ~ Lyric by Free-ringtones.net ~

    [Gunna:]
    We can’t relate
    We from the hood, I was renegade (Renegade)
    Stepped in the spot, had fish parquet (Yeah)
    Can’t be a slime, he got b**** boy trait
    She wanted to f***, but I left L.A. (L.A.)
    My savage, I bought him a new AK
    My birthday, I ran up that STK
    We smoke out the good and don’t care what they say (Care what they say, slatt)
    Baguettie wrist
    I done got rich off of politics (Politics)
    Canary yellow, I gotta piss (Uh)
    Rich ni*** brunch, I had fish and grits
    Want nothing back, I don’t penny pinch
    Told her, “I’m pissed, come massage this d***”
    I paid the high for that Glock with the switch (Glock with the switch)
    Guaranteed me, if I pop, it won’t miss (Pop, it won’t miss)
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    [Lil Duke:]
    I shot at your mans
    None of that s*** wasn’t planned
    I f***ed this b**** and her friend, both of them b****es done came on my pants
    Louis V dripping, lil’ ni***s, ain’t none of my ni***s ain’t rocking no Vans
    He mad at me ’cause his b**** is a fan, do what I want and he do what he can
    I put that b**** in the figure-four, too many vibes, so it’s 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, that’s a give and go
    Now when I rap on the track, it’s a ten or more
    I’m in the club with a Glock, it’s extended
    Tint is so dark, they can’t see who is in it
    ni***s ain’t cashing out, these ni***s rented
    YSL, we going overboard
    Plugged everywhere like extension cord
    ~ Lyric by Free-ringtones.net ~

    [Young Thug:]
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, woo)
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
    Hop in a Benz (What?)
    Hopped out a Porsche (Skrrt)
    Hop in your friend (Yeah)
    After your daughter (Yee)
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
    I’m in the gym, of course
    I can’t even care, whore
    I’m out the scene, yeah
    Knock off your boy, yeah
    Keeping it clean (whoa)
    Drac’ with the beam
    I got your team
    Popping a bean
    ~ Lyric by Free-ringtones.net ~

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