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slatt (so lonely at the top) - $orr¥ lyrics

(intro)
y’all n*ggas f*cked up cause i can’t go outside cause of this corona virus sh*t
yeah

(hook)
been that n*gga i ain’t gotta say much
and it don’t take much to put a n*gga in the dust
i just want the money and the whole d*mn cut
i don’t need no love i just wanna bust nut
n*gga keep that scrub me and that hoe done
i delete that thot throw the box out uh
dead weight on the boat, throw the rocks out uh
gimme all the guala and the godd*mn problems
i’m the n*gga they picking to pay the godd*mn price
my girl p*ssy so wet like it fell in the loo imma tell her baby put it on rice

(verse)
and i still remember when they left me out now the same n*ggas ask if it can’t get right
bus down on a thotiana, my ex b*tch told me i was toxic
just walked into nasa, i’m finna get me a new pocket rocket
p*ssy ass n*ggas say picture me rolling he ain’t even know my shooter finna crop it uh
i just want the money and the whole d*mn cut
i don’t need no love, i don’t need no scrub
my new b*tch looking just like jasmine
i hit a l!ck, now i look like aladdin
keep that thang but i keep it tucked
want beef with the gang but these n*ggas ain’t tough
i don’t reach for the thang cause it’s on my gut
ain’t take my word, n*gga test your luck
i am the n*gga they hate
don’t want the face anymore it’s okay
you’re not my b*tch we just went on a date
$¥ but you know i stay safe
junkies want sample, i open the crate
i f*ck her then i turn into tony hawk, she like “what does that mean?”
i gotta skate
counting the blue hundreds on me
drown in the drip, i give n*ggas blue face
i got a whip look like it’s on bayblade
i got a b*tch look like she got some b*tt shots
but oh no no no, that sh*t au naturel
you say you’re famous but it’s a d*mn shame, when i’m calling your name it ain’t ringing no bell
chopping the sh*t like i walk with machete
you know i got tired of that b*tch already
my new lil choppa, her name is kelly
ball on these n*ggas like martin shkreli

(part 2)

(verse)
i turned my life around look at me
i put that nike check on my tee
i put a band on a n*gga head
if a n*gga mess with me
if he messing with my cheese
finessing, did it with ease
saint laurent, i do not eavesdrop
designer on me like a peac*ck
pull up, they know i’m finessing the block
i just sold your og rerock
all of these birds they came in flocks
riding foreigns and they ain’t stock
i’m the king, b*tch i’m not scar
riding round with your main shawty
n*ggas pointing like a d*mn dart
gas bag smell like a d*mn fart
my yellow b*tch look related to bart
trap babies we do not abort
we was riding in a corolla
we was riding in a honda accord
now i’m flexing on these hundreds for sure
n*ggas they mad cause i got the cure
all of the bands my pockets might burst
holy water i might take ‘em to church
i feel like steph curry, shoot in a d*mn hurry
my hundreds they blue, my b*tches is yellow i feel like a mcflurry
i walk with that k, it’s dirty
she help to rake up the bands then she drives me to the bank
shawty she know i’m the man, i ain’t even gotta say nothing
when i be feeling that pain, she give me head til i get numb
oh i heard that is your b*tch, wait a minute cause we ain’t done
she never had it like this, she accustomed to the lame bums
put you in position to get rich, n*gga thought i was a label
nah shawty we just f*cking and i want smoke we ain’t ducking
you hear that one time they be coming, i’m finna hide all my sh*t in the dungeon
i want a maybach with the curtains, i’m fina pull up to the church
i’m finna stunt on my pastor with a d&g on my shirt
we on the bed, i’m making it hurt
lift up her legs, i’m making her squirt
i said what i said, i can’t take it back
she give me the head, i’m counting these racks
can’t f*ck with the feds, can’t f*ck with the rats
i’m smoking on opps, these n*ggas is pack
took her on a trip but she did not pack
my n*ggas is wylin up in the trap
my n*ggas is wylin up in the trap yeah
my n*ggas is violent do not double back
got gas from the island, it came in a pack
i’m shining, i’m shining, these n*ggas can’t stand me
i slime with my slatt til we get a grammy
did with these millions and that’s on my grammy
r.i.p nana imma see you real soon
hop in a foreign that sh*t go “vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom”

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