SLATT SAY Video (MV)

Chains on sound like keys
All my slatt say ski
People that I gotta feed
Bitches to get on their knees
You say you slatt, we is
You say you cash, we is
You stay with gats, we hit
We stay with the Macs and sticks
If you run up on me, then there's less chance I'ma f*ckin' miss
I just pull racks out of my jeans and keep lookin' at your bitch
Get the bag and bring the loot
My bitches complain about Jimmy Choo
I ain't heard them say anything bout you, and I know they love to tell the truth
She lick and roll like it's a boof
I'm doin' what I'm supposed to do
I ain't gettin' older, your hoe grew
I gotta hold racks, never hold you
Yeah, clear out the back
If I get pulled over, she gon' take at least a half
Why are y'all so silent like I'm up here givin' mass
I don't like to sleep, I'll touch a milli before grass
It's a habit
Bad bitch, bad bitch
Bags doin' backflips
If you touch my plate, you better hold on to your cabbage
I don't even skate no more, this Audi do a ramp trick
All your hoes is rancid
Randy Orton, I don't think you even stand a chance, kid
It's end this way I planned it
58 with Playboy bunnies runnin' round my mansion
I'm standin
Bodyguards with me, but it's a stand-in
You don't understand where my Stans did
I stay expanding
Chains on sound like keys
All my slatt say ski
People that I gotta feed
Bitches to get on their knees
You say you slatt, we is
You say you cash, we is
You stay with gats, we hit
We stay with the Macs and sticks
If you run up on me, then there's less chance I'ma f*ckin' miss
I just pull racks out of my jeans and keep lookin' at your bitch
At your bitch, at your neck
The bullets flyin' round in every direction
At your head, at your chest
You're gettin' hit, we don't do no exceptions
I just get the bag and bring the loot
My bitches complain about Jimmy Choo
I ain't heard them say anything bout you
And I know they love to tell the truth
She lick and roll like it's a boof
I'm doin' what I'm supposed to do
I ain't gettin' older, your hoe grew
I gotta hold racks, never hold you
I got some gold and sore tooths
Obi get them racks and force you
Hellcats soundin' like an eagle when we soar through
What you know dude
Chains on sound like keys
All my slatt say ski
People that I gotta feed
Bitches to get on their knees
You say you slatt, we is
You say you cash, we is
You stay with gats, we hit
We stay with the Macs and sticks
If you run up on me, then there's less chance I'ma f*ckin' miss
I just pull racks out of my jeans and keep lookin' at your bitch
At your bitch, at your neck
At your bitch, at your neck
At your bitch, at your neck
At your bitch