Lil Eddy - Slatt Lyrics

Eddy, ha
Ha yeah, what huh?
Slatt slatt slatt
Slatt slatt slatt
Eddy ha, yeah ha
I'm in the kitchen, I whip (I whip)
Chopper on me, ice on my wrist (Huh)
I feel like I'm sick, smoking on gas, I'm getting cash
All of my songs is a hit (Yeah)
Yeah I'm the shit (yeah I'm the shit)
Bitch, you know I bag it, Raf Simons bag cash cash cash, Raf Simons bag
Gucci Louis bag, call my phone, I bag it (Gucci)
Lil nigga where you at, I bag it, I bag it (I bag it)
Bought my hoe some Fendi, she knows that I bag it (She know that I bag it)
Hey Look
I get the money and go (Go)
I'm with yo bitch she a hoe (Ok ok)
Young Lil Eddy wanna be rich (Huh)
Buy a drop top, rollie my wrist (Rollie my wrist)
Diss me and I think you a fool (Fool)
I want the cash, that's my whole mood (That's my whole mood)
Niggas keep lookin' up like I'm a star (Like I'm a star)
Sauce on me, I got the drip
Bag with me, 20 racks with me, bitch (20 racks with me bitch)
Maison Margiela my feet lit (Lit)
Pockets be thick like a bitch (Huh)
Fade with me I gotta kickflip (Kickflip)
Eatin' these beats like I'm in a picnic (Yeah)
Step in this bitch, like I'm a boss
I got Versace like I'm yo mom
Step in this bitch, them niggas be sweating
Copy my style, you niggas upsetting (Eddy)
I'm with your bitch so "what up bitch" (What up bitch)
Made hunnit bands, nigga that ain't shit (That ain't shit)
Never seen my grandma sippin' on activist (Never)
Bitch hit me up, she asks a lot (Ask a lot)
I'm tryna f*ck, why you talk a lot (Talk a lot)
I'm Smokin' weed, then we hide the shit (Hide the shit)
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, that's the fashion shit (Huh)
F*ck DT, f*ck the politics (F*ck)
Takeoff with the race car, thousand on the dash on the freeway, yeah
She a Texan with an ass, finna smash that
Make her cash that, then I pass that, off to my niggas then she asks
"Where the cash at?" (Where the cash at?)
Wait what is you talking 'bout bitch, I don't owe you shit