(Yeah)
Throw that F up lil' bitch
She wanna come f*ck with slatt, that's a fact
Smoke a pack while I make it stack
Get it back
She know that the boy got flame
I don't gotta cap, I attack
The money and hoes I attract
The 30 I keep it attached
These 50s I made in the trap, I gotta stack
What's the cost
What's the word
The boy got the floss
What's the motive to being a boss
What is clout a nigga got sauce
Where the dubs I only see loss
Where the gas I don't see no frost
Claim you cashing but it look false
Hit the dash you smell the exhaust
The check, respect
Best believe imma get mine
I don't waste time
Cause time is money
You play and you might die
You my son, but you don't shine
Your rubies ain't like mine
Different weather your shit cloudy
I might blind the boy allow me
I might up the fold-able blick
Extendo clip like I'm catching a bounty
Out this roof this gun shoot
Paul George cooling with the troops
On my side of town
Piece each other blood and crip
We ain't giving salutes
Catch a body and earn your stripes
Like a soldier, don't play to lose
When it comes to war we play for keeps
Kill the weak and snooze
Sleep on 'em, outside of that it's beams on him
The team on em
Big F the fire set, living the Dream
I might serve him a pack
Turn that boy to a fiend
On the throne
I sit back and watch all my clones
In my zone, I'm V-lone
The cookie so potent I'm gone
My money grown
What's a plate
Flammo been had the kitchen to bake
Been whipping beats with the verse and a eight
Opps taste the heat while the rats taste the jakes
F*cks the snakes
I got the ways to get back (the pack)
She been playing you but I slapped (and clapped)
Niggas cry broke but don't stack (the racks)
I been fell in love with the trap
Pass me cane I'm the Mack
I ball while they snooze and they slack
Keep all the hate in the back
Level up when I'm counting the racks
Yeah! F*ck on that bitch and she suck on my dick
All of my niggas on Fendi Givenchy
I'm stacking that motherf*cking green like a grinch
And I got a stable of hoes like a pimp
My house is a fortress, I treat it like bat cave
I got a big pocket full of rackets
Imma be doing this shit for some decades
I put that lean down, it was a small phase
Kujo I f*ck on yo' bitch like a dog
I got that bitch out her panties
I'm having lunch with her granny
Put that old bitch on a Xanny
Damani gone up the beat he demonic
I be with Joe, No he don't hoe
I just got gas packs at the show
He say he a killer, I don't really know
Imma pull up skrt skrt and splash
25 shots to the mother f*cking dash
I shoot a nigga up just like hash
This is real VVS not no glass
You pussy niggas ain't in my class
Hit ya block up I don't need no mask
That bitch drink my nut like a flask
She wanna come f*ck with slatt, that's a fact
Smoke a pack while I make it stack
Get it back
She know that the boy got flame
I don't gotta cap, I attack
The money and hoes I attract
The 30 I keep it attached
These 50s I made in the trap, I gotta stack
What's the cost?
What's the word the boy got the floss
What's the motive to being a boss
What is clout a nigga got sauce
Where the dubs I only see loss
Where the gas I don't see no frost
Claim you cashing but it look false
Hit the dash you smell the exhaust
Cartier Fuego - Slatt! (feat. Nemo Joe & Kash Juliano) Lyrics
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(Yeah)
Throw that F up lil' bitch
She wanna come f*ck with slatt, that's a fact
Smoke a pack while I make it stack
Get it back
She know that the boy got flame
I don't gotta cap, I attack
The money and hoes I attract
The 30 I keep it attached
These 50s I made in the trap, I gotta stack
What's the cost
What's the word
The boy got the floss
What's the motive to being a boss
What is clout a nigga got sauce
Where the dubs I only see loss
Where the gas I don't see no frost
Claim you cashing but it look false
Hit the dash you smell the exhaust
The check, respect
Best believe imma get mine
I don't waste time
Cause time is money
You play and you might die
You my son, but you don't shine
Your rubies ain't like mine
Different weather your shit cloudy
I might blind the boy allow me
I might up the fold-able blick
Extendo clip like I'm catching a bounty
Out this roof this gun shoot
Paul George cooling with the troops
On my side of town
Piece each other blood and crip
We ain't giving salutes
Catch a body and earn your stripes
Like a soldier, don't play to lose
When it comes to war we play for keeps
Kill the weak and snooze
Sleep on 'em, outside of that it's beams on him
The team on em
Big F the fire set, living the Dream
I might serve him a pack
Turn that boy to a fiend
On the throne
I sit back and watch all my clones
In my zone, I'm V-lone
The cookie so potent I'm gone
My money grown
What's a plate
Flammo been had the kitchen to bake
Been whipping beats with the verse and a eight
Opps taste the heat while the rats taste the jakes
F*cks the snakes
I got the ways to get back (the pack)
She been playing you but I slapped (and clapped)
Niggas cry broke but don't stack (the racks)
I been fell in love with the trap
Pass me cane I'm the Mack
I ball while they snooze and they slack
Keep all the hate in the back
Level up when I'm counting the racks
Yeah! F*ck on that bitch and she suck on my dick
All of my niggas on Fendi Givenchy
I'm stacking that motherf*cking green like a grinch
And I got a stable of hoes like a pimp
My house is a fortress, I treat it like bat cave
I got a big pocket full of rackets
Imma be doing this shit for some decades
I put that lean down, it was a small phase
Kujo I f*ck on yo' bitch like a dog
I got that bitch out her panties
I'm having lunch with her granny
Put that old bitch on a Xanny
Damani gone up the beat he demonic
I be with Joe, No he don't hoe
I just got gas packs at the show
He say he a killer, I don't really know
Imma pull up skrt skrt and splash
25 shots to the mother f*cking dash
I shoot a nigga up just like hash
This is real VVS not no glass
You pussy niggas ain't in my class
Hit ya block up I don't need no mask
That bitch drink my nut like a flask
She wanna come f*ck with slatt, that's a fact
Smoke a pack while I make it stack
Get it back
She know that the boy got flame
I don't gotta cap, I attack
The money and hoes I attract
The 30 I keep it attached
These 50s I made in the trap, I gotta stack
What's the cost?
What's the word the boy got the floss
What's the motive to being a boss
What is clout a nigga got sauce
Where the dubs I only see loss
Where the gas I don't see no frost
Claim you cashing but it look false
Hit the dash you smell the exhaust
Throw that F up lil' bitch
She wanna come f*ck with slatt, that's a fact
Smoke a pack while I make it stack
Get it back
She know that the boy got flame
I don't gotta cap, I attack
The money and hoes I attract
The 30 I keep it attached
These 50s I made in the trap, I gotta stack
What's the cost
What's the word
The boy got the floss
What's the motive to being a boss
What is clout a nigga got sauce
Where the dubs I only see loss
Where the gas I don't see no frost
Claim you cashing but it look false
Hit the dash you smell the exhaust
The check, respect
Best believe imma get mine
I don't waste time
Cause time is money
You play and you might die
You my son, but you don't shine
Your rubies ain't like mine
Different weather your shit cloudy
I might blind the boy allow me
I might up the fold-able blick
Extendo clip like I'm catching a bounty
Out this roof this gun shoot
Paul George cooling with the troops
On my side of town
Piece each other blood and crip
We ain't giving salutes
Catch a body and earn your stripes
Like a soldier, don't play to lose
When it comes to war we play for keeps
Kill the weak and snooze
Sleep on 'em, outside of that it's beams on him
The team on em
Big F the fire set, living the Dream
I might serve him a pack
Turn that boy to a fiend
On the throne
I sit back and watch all my clones
In my zone, I'm V-lone
The cookie so potent I'm gone
My money grown
What's a plate
Flammo been had the kitchen to bake
Been whipping beats with the verse and a eight
Opps taste the heat while the rats taste the jakes
F*cks the snakes
I got the ways to get back (the pack)
She been playing you but I slapped (and clapped)
Niggas cry broke but don't stack (the racks)
I been fell in love with the trap
Pass me cane I'm the Mack
I ball while they snooze and they slack
Keep all the hate in the back
Level up when I'm counting the racks
Yeah! F*ck on that bitch and she suck on my dick
All of my niggas on Fendi Givenchy
I'm stacking that motherf*cking green like a grinch
And I got a stable of hoes like a pimp
My house is a fortress, I treat it like bat cave
I got a big pocket full of rackets
Imma be doing this shit for some decades
I put that lean down, it was a small phase
Kujo I f*ck on yo' bitch like a dog
I got that bitch out her panties
I'm having lunch with her granny
Put that old bitch on a Xanny
Damani gone up the beat he demonic
I be with Joe, No he don't hoe
I just got gas packs at the show
He say he a killer, I don't really know
Imma pull up skrt skrt and splash
25 shots to the mother f*cking dash
I shoot a nigga up just like hash
This is real VVS not no glass
You pussy niggas ain't in my class
Hit ya block up I don't need no mask
That bitch drink my nut like a flask
She wanna come f*ck with slatt, that's a fact
Smoke a pack while I make it stack
Get it back
She know that the boy got flame
I don't gotta cap, I attack
The money and hoes I attract
The 30 I keep it attached
These 50s I made in the trap, I gotta stack
What's the cost?
What's the word the boy got the floss
What's the motive to being a boss
What is clout a nigga got sauce
Where the dubs I only see loss
Where the gas I don't see no frost
Claim you cashing but it look false
Hit the dash you smell the exhaust
Writer: Damani Felton, Dariek French, Nyiem Mitchell
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Cartier Fuego
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Damani Felton, Dariek French, Nyiem Mitchell