Zay Slatty - FUTURE Lyrics

(Slatt, slatt)
Good on my own I don't need nothin', nigga don't need nothin' (oh yeah)
I'm up in the hotbox with the cute hoe, I told lil' shawty "I'm 'G'd up'"
I don't need no luxury
With my 'slattington' on the block like Andre Drummond
I had met the UK hoe back in Atlanta, up in Phipps
She ate the D like a crumpet, nigga met the Jamaican vibe in New York, at Saks Fifth
I call that lil' hoe 'the munch'
I swear all these niggas do is cap
Nigga constantly capping, call him 'Cap'n Crunch'
At the penthouse we just been counting up residuals
If we talking 'bout the cash, I got a f*cking bunch (c'mon)
(aye Zay das my slimeball das my slatty)
(Oh yeah)
Call up the north, I got ice on me freezing
Louis V bag with the Chinchilla beanie
Poured up a four, that shit blurring my vision
Count up that dough and go take care of your people, Why this NPC bitch try to dub me
I told her, "Lil' bitch I don't f*ck with you either"
Hit my jack for the pills I'm the plug
Vinci V done locked in with the streets, now I'm plugged in with 'Ethernet'
Moncler and Alyx Puffer, bitch that's on my back
Step out with that shit on, head to toe all black
Vinci walk in the spot, they be like, "It's a bat"
Bitch I'm just trying to ball,
I'm trying to ball with my motherf*ckin' brothers,
My niggas Lamelo and Lonzo
I had text her to push up and give up the neck
Told shawty, "Make that shit pronto"
Why your man like to talk out the side of his neck,
Nigga got put in a frontal
Nigga penthouse, we constantly count up the checks
Penthouse the rackades, strong hoe
I got two foreign hoes that's with me in the back
I think they both from the Congo
Bad freak hoe like giving me head and sex
Aim for the neck and your head and chest
With my Ugandan lady, she heaven sent
Nigga put that shit on, like so effortless
If it's not 'bout no bands, it's irrelevant
Don't try to test my troops, we toating heavy weapons
BB on my feet, big B Balenci steppin
Niggas said they didn't like SRT, my Girl she said that she love the way I be talking it's so clever
Nigga come to the trap, we got bags of them, hmm? (green)
Duffles of cash in there too (f*ck you mean?)
Nigga we having cash on demand
But I'm talking about that motherf*ckin' gas, When I'm talking about the green
Shawty give me that mean neck in the condo
Got her sweating weave out, shawty Hollywood
Nigga f*ck 420 everyday the holiday
Nigga constantly geeked
I think I lost my tolerance
The dental plankage just got
Sliding tit for tat because you know we on top of them
Stack it back up on that motherf*ckin' forcade
Shawty a freak for the V, she get funky
And these Alyx pundit boots are so f*cking comfy
(got this shit on me bitch, yeah)
Hundreds all over, I thought I was dreaming
I got some money and put it in 'V's'
Shawty told me I'm super cool, like Mr. Freeze
Turn this shut up 545 degrees
Nigga, Vinci the last one of a dyin' breed
Speed up motherf*ckin' cat like, hmm
I'm smokin' that pack in the booth
I got scared, shawty called me her boo
Foreign bitches, she f*ck in my room
Shawty got a whole lot of caboose
Vinci V 'bout to storm through like tornado, get on board or you getting the boot
Lately I been getting more of my hella payroll
In the end we gon' get to the loot
(Slatty)