Slatt Season 5

(Enrgy made this one)

Right

Boy, I'm 'bout my cheddar cheese, yeah, I'm in a different league

Pour a pint up in a Sprite, pour a pint up in a creme

Came up off that triple beam, sell blow, boy, what you need?

All I need to know is would she go for the fettuccine?

In your bity, I'ma get it gone before you ever see me

Put the pump to your head, knock the meat out your panini

Can you stuff these thousand lil' pills up in your vagigi?

How we gon' get these thousand 'bows? Put 'em on a TP

Promethazine and codeine, baby girl Alеx and Celine

So many legs hangin' off thе Drac', it look like a centipede

Uh, one false move, bitch, it's gon' be a casualty

Uh, sell a thousand blues quick, yeah, I move rapidly (Right)

Uh, I promise, I keep this shit a buck just like Giannis

I paid twenty thousand for the brick, he get it on consignment

Uh, throw your bankroll in the club, yeah, I change the climate

Uh, bitch perfect timing, H colored diamonds

I wanna see you throw it back for a thug

Got his bitch in the room with her ass tooted up

I hit a nigga in his hat for his plug

All a nigga know is move the bag, run it up (Man)

I just wanna brack a seal, my bitch wanna sip some wine

Told my bitch to whisper in her ear, "Damn, bitch, you mighty fine"

Them hoes to the room at 2 a.m., yeah, that's perfect time

Broke an RP30 down three ways, we got a Perky bond

I ain't talkin' 'bout no stick, bitch, but this a dirty nine

Pull up tryna give AR a test, but I ain't talkin' Ron

The trap spot is just like Mickey D's, come get a quarter pound

Bitch, I'm tryna see what them guts like just like an ultrasound

And my bro say her head good, I swear to God he never lied

Hit his block around nine, pullin' up with GG5

I can't go against the grind, I bang blues for 55

Do a trick with this mix, you get rich, it'll blow your mind

Two bands for this Gucci coat, yeah, it cost a zip of dope

Forty thousand off beans a month, I ain't goin' broke

Uh, she a tuck, gon' let you fuck, just keep it on the low

Nigga, I supply the trap, nigga, you go to the store

Yeah, I be boolin' in the trap with the fiends

I be sellin' G74, 73s

I can get you a good deal, I'ma— shh, what you need?

Uh, wake up, pour a one, two, three, go back to sleep