Letras
Slip Slop Slatt
Feeling like I'm all in my bag
I'm just tryna run up my racks
Wonder why I got these haters so mad
Christian Louboutin what I'm stepping in
She just wanna coz I be better than
All them other rappers they ain't settled in
And I just might count my guap like dividends
Like damn
Run up on me got my hand on my ham
Sorry lil bitch you ain't know I'm the man
Came in a drop with a chop we bang
Fuck bout a opp don't stop till he dance
Hop in the city and we getting litty, we sipping on henny no chaser
I don't do love imma just run it up I could give a lil fuck if I'm famous
Think you moving on me I got shooters with me that gon buss out they AR
And it's crazy your day one, gon switch up on you and gon change up
But I run it up
You know I ain't ever gon give it up
Fuck around, Fuck around we gon hit em up
Put a bag on your head and we stick em up, ah
Slip Slop Slatt
Feeling like I'm all in my bag
I'm just tryna run up my racks
Wonder why I got these haters so mad
Christian Louboutin what I'm stepping in
She just wanna coz I be better than
All them other rappers they ain't settled in
And I just might count my guap like dividends
VVS's hitting no flash
Cartier's on seeing snakes in the grass
Pull up in a Double R and imma hit the gas
Bussdown Audemar I'm getting to the cash
Pop out at the muh fucken scene wit
And I got a beam wit it
But I gotta keep it low key
When I'm in my bag I'm clean wit it
See what I mean wit it
Getting to this money odee
I hit the gas and we swerving
I be in my bag I ain't talking bout a birkin'
New Maybach in the back wit the curtains
Imma run it back in the trap that's certain
I know a lot of demons I can summon any one of them
There's one I call a heater when it's cold it's gon be drumming it