[Intro: MoMoney Moo]
(Welcome to TPT Beats)
Ayy, bitch, my shooter off an E, n***a, off the beats
Ayy, ayy, brodie a thug, n***a, don't mug
Bitch, my shooters so slime, they like to throw slugs
Anything you put our name on, watch it go up
Dress the bitch in 'ñejo, she finna throw—

[Verse 1: 24Lik]
Boy, you ain't no slime, you just dick suckin' (Slatt)
And why you cuffin' all them hoes that we been fuckin'? (What you doin'?)
N***as sendin' all them shots, but ain't hit nothin' (Who you kiddin'?)
And when I put this Glock to use, I bet I hit somethin' (N***a)
And I'm a legend on the block, I feel like Tim Duncan
And you would think the trap Zion how this bitch jumpin' (This bitch lit)
In that jam, I'm gon' shoot, you'd probably get to runnin'
In them stores, I jam too, the clerk such a dummy

[Verse 2: RealRichIzzo]
N***as talk a lot of slatt
Catch you actin' like you slime, you gon' get your ass slapped, n***a (Bitch-ass n***a)
Before a verse, she used to fuck me off the racks (Duh)
Now I ain't even gotta talk, she gon' fuck because I rap (I'm RealRich)

[Verse 3: MoMoney Moo & RealRichIzzo]
Ayy, the bitch a nat, probably fuckin' off the Scat (Slatt)
I'm so slatt, lil' bitch let me hit it in the back (Slime, slime, slime)
Ayy, my n***as on it, probably rollin' in the back
You better dodge when them demons pull up yankin' out the 'Cat, ayy
If you ridin' clean, Melly, take him out his Scat
Heard you guys in need of profit, Morg, take him out the racks, n***a (Need that)
Fuck front, I'm finna take him out the back (He gone)
Strapped up, even if I'm in a Caddy I don't lack, n***a
[Verse 4: 24Lik & MoMoney Moo]
And, uh, this bitch a freak, I done broke her lil' back (Stupid slut)
She got to bustin' like an Uzi while I'm rippin' out her tracks
This ain't that, I say slatt and them boys gon' leave you whacked, n***a (Get you gone)
And I say slime, then them boys get on your ass, n***a
When they on your ass, they gon' leave you in the past, n***a
Snitchin', think you slick? Probably wanna ask the last n***a

[Verse 5: RealRichIzzo & MoMoney Moo]
Run, Forrest, boy, don't end up like the last n***a (You gotta run)
Forrest, move fast or them bullets in your ass, n***a
Don't mind us, this that slatt talk (Slatt)
Moo said he want 'Cat, I need a Trackhawk (That big body)
My mind gone, shit, I think I want the Lam' truck (Damn)
Boy, I'm drunk as fuck, wastin' Patrón on my lamb chops
I'ma shoot this whole thirty 'til my hand lock ('Til it's locked, n***a)
Or come flyin' in trippin' like I'm Hancock (Like the hero)
This n***a actin' tough like he Hancock
Goofy lil' n***a, that's that shit that got your mans dropped

[Verse 6: FWC Big Key]
Ayy, slatt talk, you ain't my kind (He ain't with us)
Just because you know my mans, you ain't my slime (Slatt)
It's Key, I could punch a whole Yacht', bitch, if I tried (Swear to God)
Bury me with an embosser, bitch, when I die
Bitch, we in traffic with them sticks
When I say I'm with my slime, not the shit that be on Nick, n***a (Nickelodeon)
She can't take it, got her bustin' off the tip
Would've thought that ho was gay the way she runnin' from the dick, n***a (Hah)
[Verse 7: Lik & FWC Big Key]
And don't think about trying, 'cause you know I got the blick
Get to passin' out shots like I'm sippin' on a fifth
Auntie just hit my line, say she need another fix
Free my n***as doin' time, we gon' appeal that lil' shit
Cut that shit out, boy, you is not a demon (Cut that shit out)
My best friend a ghost like I'm Tommy Egan (Get it?)

[Verse 8: Lil Head 392]
Bitch, I'm the Ghost, but I'm not with Keisha
In that room, my mouth closed like I'm tired of breathin' (My mouth sealed)
Bitch, it's Lil Head
Every time I'm with your bitch, I get a lil' head (Facts)
Ten thousand ain't no loaf, that's some lil' bread (Light-ass cheese)
The n***a that you call your plug, that's my lil' mans

[Outro: MoMoney Moo]
Ayy
Like if you ain't certified, I can't ride with you
I'm somewhere in them stores gettin' fours, sippin' apple juice
Ayy
Slatt
(Welcome to TPT Beats)