Young Thug - Screaming Slatt lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug] Yeah Young SEX What's up, n***a? What's happenin'? Uh, ayy 48 kHz Yee [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Young Thug] All my n***as yellin' slatt, all my b**hes, they get slimy (Woo, woo, woo) Get the bag, got too many racks, we don't put on fake diamonds (Let's go, let's go) We'll run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me (Let's go) All my b**hes' a** fat, she let me hit it from behind her (Okay) I told 'em not to hit me back 'til a n***a really down Told his b**h about these racks, I'm not spendin' any time All my b**hes out the mud, b**h, I'ma be a slime I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Young Thug] I got woodgrain in the Bentley, I was thinkin' 'bout sharin' these riches I got b**hes on b**hes on b**hes, thinkin' 'bout puttin' 'em all in my business I gotta see what I'm spendin', I gotta keep a dime with me (Woo) I got some trees like it's Christmas, I'm strapped up with big definition Hop out this Rolls Royce, I got a million b**hes Big Tymer with these racks and all my j**elry litty I got big baguettes, baggy-bag', yeah, uh, uh Treyway, Treyway (Woo) [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Young Thug] All my n***as yellin' slatt, all my b**hes, they get slimy (Woo, woo, woo) Get the bag, got too many racks, we don't put on fake diamonds (Let's go, let's go) We'll run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me (Let's go) All my b**hes' a** fat, she let me hit it from behind her (Okay) Told 'em not to hit me back 'til a n***a really down Told his b**h about these racks, I'm not spendin' any time All my b**hes out the mud, b**h, I'ma be a slime I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Walk in yellin', "Slatt," we got money, power, respect Partners in the Hellcat, yellin' "Free my n***a Yak" Bleveland Ave where we at She s**in' that dick, it gon' make it wet She a lil' freak for the bustdown Patek Soon as it touch down, I bust down the pack Slime, n***a, wipe your nose Broke boy be sloppy joe Clutch on the stick, he'll knock at the door I like her, she a lil' freak, she a ho Can't wife her, you know I'm in love with my dough I know how to aim, what the f** I need a scope for? Lil Gotit pull up with that Draco, go loco, Find out where the opps live and pull a kick door Come to the trap, we got numbers like limbo All of my b**hes get slimy Don't tweet for no n***a, I catch him, he dyin' A million diamonds and all of 'em mine I done got me a check, I done ran up them digits Cap a** n***a, you a fitted Saint Laurent hoodie, b**hes tryna get in my business (b**h) [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Young Thug] All my n***as yellin' slatt, all my b**hes, they get slimy (Woo, woo, woo) Get the bag, got too many racks, we don't put on fake diamonds (Let's go, let's go) We'll run off with that pack, do it again if you remind me (Let's go) All my b**hes' a** fat, she let me hit it from behind her (Okay) Told 'em not to hit me back 'til a n***a really down Told his b**h about these racks, I'm not spendin' any time All my b**hes out the mud, b**h, I'ma be a slime I got porcelains behind the rose gold diamonds and I shine (Yeah, yeah) [Outro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan & Young Thug] All my n***as yellin' slatt (Aw, woo) All my b**hes, they get slimy (Woo, woo, woo) We'll run off with that pack Do it again if you remind me (Yeah)