Hoodrich Pablo Juan (feat. Young Thug) - Screaming Slatt Lyrics

(Yeah)
Young Sex
What's up, nigga? What's happenin'? Uh
Ayy
48kHz (yee!)

All my niggas yellin', "Slatt", all my bitches, they get slimy (woo, woo, woo)
Get the bag, got too many racks, we don't put on fake diamonds (let's go, let's go)
We'll run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me (let's go)
All my bitches' ass fat, she let me hit it from behind her (okay)
Told 'em not to hit me back 'til a nigga really down bad
Told his bitch about these racks, I'm not spendin' any time
Took bad bitches out the mud, bitch, I might be a slime
I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine (yeah, yeah)

I got woodgrain in the picnic, I was thinkin' 'bout sharin' these riches
I got bitches on bitches on bitches, thinkin' 'bout puttin' 'em all in my business
I gotta see what I'm spendin', I gotta keep a dime with me (woo)
I got some trees like it's Christmas, I'm strapped up with big definition
Hop out with the racks, I got a million bitch
Spend time with, with these racks, all my jewelry litty (all my jewelry litty)
I got big baguettes, baby, babe, yeah
Uh, Treyway, Treyway (woo)

All my niggas yellin', "Slatt", all my bitches, they get slimy (woo, woo, woo)
Get the bag, got too many racks, we don't put on fake diamonds (let's go, let's go)
We'll run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me (let's go)
All my bitch's ass fat, she let me hit it from behind her (okay)
Told 'em not to hit me back 'til a nigga really down bad
Told his bitch about these racks, I'm not spendin' any time soon
Took bad bitches out the mud, bitch, I might be a slime
I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine (yeah, yeah)

Walk in yellin', "Slatt", we got money, power, respect
See us in the Hellcat, yellin', "Free my nigga Yak"
Bleveland Ave where we at, she suckin' that dick, it gon' make you wet
She a lil' freak for the bust down Patek, soon as it touch down, I bust down the pack
Slime nigga, wipe your nose, broke boy be sloppy joe
Clutch on the stick, he'll knock at your door, I like her, she a lil' freak, she a ho
Can't wife it, you know I'm in love with my dough, I know how to aim with the f*ckin' ninja scope
I gotta pull up with that Draco, go loco, find out where the opps live and pull a kickdoor
Come to the trap, we got numbers like limbo, all of my bitches get slimy
Don't tweet for no nigga, we catch him, he dyin', a million diamonds and all of them mine
I done got me a check, I done ran up them digits, cap ass nigga, you a fitted
Saint Laurent hoodie, bitch is tryna get in my business (bitch)

All my niggas yellin', "Slatt", all my bitches, they get slimy (woo, woo, woo)
Get the bag, got too many racks, we don't put on fake diamonds (let's go, let's go)
We'll run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me (let's go)
All my bitch's ass fat, she let me hit it from behind her (okay)
Told 'em not to hit me back 'til a nigga really down bad
Told his bitch about these racks, I'm not spendin' any time soon
Took bad bitches out the mud, bitch, I might be a slime
I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine (yeah, yeah)

All my niggas yellin', "Slatt" (aw, woo)
All my bitches, they get slimy (woo, woo, woo)
We'll run off with that pack
Do it again if you remind me (yeah)