EMO-G - Slattx3 (feat. KindlyNxsh)

I pull right with the stick (Slatt, slatt, slatt) check the patek on my wrist
I pull up right with your bitch two k, I got none on my wrist
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) I ain't got none on my wrist but ice, check at these niggas They bitches
I got two k, in the bag, I fuck that bitch, in the truck
All of these nigga, they stunt
All these bitches out of luck
Told these niggas I got kay's, Told these niggas I ain't stunt
I got this fire you see (You see), This be a sauce disease (Disease)
Look at my neck, it shine Could count these niggas and these dimes
Could count these niggas and these dimes
Nigga pull up with some time, I told these niggas like check my neck, my teeth, they glisten they shine
I told these people alright Imma go sing in the night
I got two k, In the six, she pull up right on my ex
Yeah, I'mma go call my ex, I'mma pull up with patek, I'mma pull up with patek
I ain't got none on my wrist, I pull up then I go stunt
I got that fire, I stunt. I dun got nun' but 2k
Pull up with niggas like, okay
She gonna pull up on a weekend, She gonna pull up on a friday (Friday)
Then she gon' come on a monday (monday)
She gon' tell me she come right way(right way)
I told these niggas, okay (err)
Running with me, Is the right way (right way)
I pull right with the stick (Slatt, slatt, slatt) check the patek on my wrist
I pull up right with your bitch two k, I got none on my wrist
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) I ain't got none on my wrist but ice, check at these niggas they bitches
I got two k, in the bag, I fuck that bitch, in the truck
All of these nigga, they stunt
All these bitches out of luck
Told these niggas I got kay's, Told these niggas I ain't stunt
I got this fire you see (You see), This be a sauce disease (Disease)
I'm up in Greece when I shine
Having the time of my life, like nigga alright, the vision to bright
Have a good time with the slatt, a bondage my wrist, I ball in baguettes
Shepherd I dress like a fish, I hope on her dish, I leave and I'm missed
We be like Adam and Eve cause niggas they hate, I heard a lil hiss
Yeah, nigga say slatt
Gas in the mist in the air
Reach for the top and we there
Topping like choppers in air
They want the beef but I'm rare
Bark with no bite, bleh bleh bleh
Too much got hate for the slatt
I got a couple of bruises on my body
Light up a white spliff no Molly
I want a thick whip, big body
I want to go big, Great Khali
I want a big big big safe
Stack racks, cop black wraith
How I feel gang, damn great
Chip shoulders, lack damn Lay's
I'm in exotic I'm rolling with tint
I got some baddies, I'm riding with tens
Dirty lil thotty, she wet and I rinse
I got the slatt and she bring all her friends
I'm in exotic I'm rolling with tint
I got some baddies, I'm riding with tens
Dirty lil thotty, she wet and I rinse
I got the slatt and she bring all her friends
Right with the stick (Slatt, slatt, slatt) check the patek on my wrist
I pull up right with your bitch two k, I got none on my wrist
(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) I ain't got none on my wrist but ice, check at these niggas They bitches
I got two k, in the bag, I fuck that bitch, in the truck
All of these nigga, they stunt
All these bitches out of luck
Told these niggas I got kay's, Told these niggas I ain't stunt
I got this fire you see (You see), This be a sauce disease (Disease)

Written by:
Kananelo Mofokeng

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