歌手:
Young Stoner Life
专辑:
《Slime Language 2》 制作人 : Southside 808 Mafia
(Southside on the track, yeah)
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 (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 at the scene, yeah, knock off your boy, yeah
Keeping it clean
Woah, drac' with the beam
I got your team
Popping a bean, yeah
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 **** lil' bruh, sister and his cousin
Now kick my shit, that ain't no punt
Like **** my wrist, it ain't enough
Now I **** my bitch '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 a safe, yeah (Yeah)
Coppin' lil' mama the Range (Yeah)
Hop in the Jag, I just been doing the dash, woah (Skrt skrt)
Today my Margiela was big, I look like a dad, woah (I look like a dad, woah)
She got gator on her purse, it look like a rash, woah (Look like a mother****in' rash)
Three hundred K out in Turks and I'm still in my bag, woah (Still in my bag)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah, woo)
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Hop in a Benz, 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 at the scene, yeah, knock off your boy, yeah
Keeping it clean (Maniac killed 'em,)
Drac' with the beam (Maniac killed 'em)
I got your team (Maniac killed 'em)
Popping a bean (Yak, yak, yak, yak, yeah)
Dissect your body like science class, nigga
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' nigga
Magazine clips, so you might get your issue
You think you gangster cause' you got a pistol? (For real?)
Bye-bye, Felica
Look for your body, so they gotta eat it (Okay)
I am Yak Gotti, but I'm not a vegan (Hell nah, nigga)
Flathead the pull up, the Honda, the Civic (Skrrt)
Running from twelve, then I jumped the defences
Blood on my bottom, like Roddy Richie
Look at my trigger, my trigger start itching
Ride with the treesh, 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)
Lie in your grass and come out of your bushes (Let's go)
Pick up that trip and I bet I'll start tripping
When I'll start tripping like I get a rush
My slime, he a crip, keep that stick like a crutch
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, 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
We can't relate
We from the hood, I was renegade
Step in the spot, had fish parquet
Can't be a slime, he got bitch boy trait
She wanted to ****, 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 don't care what they say (Care what they say, slatt)
Baguettey wrist
I done got rich off of politics (Politics)
Canary yellow, I gotta piss (Uh)
Rich nigga brunch, I had fish and grits
Want nothing back, I don't penny pinch
Told her, "I'm pissed, come massage this dick"
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)
I shot at your mans
None of that shit wasn't planned
I ****ed this bitch and her friend, both of them bitches, they came on my pants
Louis V dripping, lil' niggas, ain't none of my niggas ain't 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 a 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
Niggas ain't cashing out, these niggas rented
YSL, we going overboard
Plugged everywhere like extension cords
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, 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 don't even care (Whore)
I'm at the scene (Yeah), knock off your boy (Yeah)
Keeping it clean (Woah), Drac' with the beam
I got your team, popping a bean (Yeah)
混音师 : A.'Bainz' Bains/Aresh Banaji
混音助理 : Bezo/Flo Ongonga
录音工程师 : A.'Bainz' Bains/Flo Ongonga
母带工程师 : Joe LaPorta