Slatt Season

Lyrics

[Intro: Beno] Kilo made this Woo [Verse 1: Beno] I asked her can she kick a split? I gotta dip I'ma pull up with the chopper with the flip-around clip You better get your mans, he all on Instagram I don't give a fuck about his chicken head Pull out and dump it open on his Jeff-in' ass Saditty bitch, I swear she actin' bougie bad Big titties but I don't know where her booty at Don't be surprised when I pull up with the Bogey Man [Chorus: Beno] Hi-Tech and Percs in the Louis bag Block so hot, we still gon' slap the bag Bitch over there, damn, she shakin' ass I gave her few Percs, she start actin' bad [Verse 2: Drego] Dawg see me with his bitch, he lookin' mad Dawg, get off my ass, I mean Dawg, get off your ass I ain't fuck your bitch, she just shoot the bag [Verse 3: Beno] I'm ridin' with 'bout thirty years in the trunk Two hoes in the back and one in the front One countin' up slips, one sucking her thumb 'Bout to run this shit up, and it's all off the funds [Verse 4: Drego] Man, the K in the back, the Glock in the front It's one in the head, you know how we bomin' My trust in her bag, it's trust in a slut Been found a rider, I said, "You the one" [Verse 5: Beno] If you got hit with a bag, what would you do with it? I just got the whole script from Doctor Dolittle Load is so big I need two bitches Unc pass me down the game and I ran with it [Verse 6: Drego] I don't trust them hoes, we need two rentals I'ma call up Damian Lillard, tell him, "Tell them bitches" We ain't even have to leave, told 'em mail them bitches And the bitches vacuumed, shh, they ain't smell them bitches I let 'em see me rack the Glock, this shit lookin' iffy You gotta pay me just to fuck, bitch, I'm really pimpin' Yeah, I'm Tity Boi, bitch, I'm acting different Beans walk in, he lookin' for the syrup [Verse 7: Beno] My mama said, "What's on your plate?" I said, "Ma, I need some grits and yams" I'm on the road to success, I can't get in a jam I'm servin' Justin Timberlake, my white girl whippin', yeah I done really came up off the pots and pans You know my fam? I ain't know that, damn If I get caught then I'm going fed All these wild thoughts running through my head All these freaky hoes all up in my bed [Verse 8: Drego] Man, my lil' bitch, she all about her bread You get up on her, you think you gon' hit Don't be surprised, she ask you, "Where the bread?" She bring it back, she come in and she spread, boy I get you knocked out your Jordan Craigs, boy He tryna cop a plea, oh, you like Craig, boy He think it's dropped, he done put his dance on it I ain't fuck, I just put my mans on it [Chorus: Beno] Hi-Tech and Percs in the Louis bag Block so hot, we still gon' slap the bag Bitch over there, damn, she shakin' ass I gave her few Percs, she start actin' bad Hi-Tech and Percs in the Louis bag Block so hot, we still gon' slap the bag Bitch over there, damn, she shakin' ass I gave her few Percs, she start actin' bad