[Intro: Lil Keel]
Slatt (Glory)
Slatt

[Chorus: Lil Keel]
He better pray that he don't go broke
Run up on me, boy, this not no joke
I pour it slow but I'm not no pope
Play like a ho and this Glock gon' poke
She tried to set me up, I had to beat her
Cold in your room, I walk in with my heater
I don't know Derek but I'm smoking Jeters
Fuck is a Griffin, she pull out my peter (Yeah)
You try to kill me, you try to kill me, you try to kill me you can't, bitch
You try to kill me, you try to kill me, you try to kill me you can't, bitch

[Verse 1: Lil Keel]
Your money's small like an ant, bitch
Say that you rich, no you ain't, bitch
Laugh when I walk out the bank, bitch
My money floating, you sayin', bitch
I love the money, I fuck my money
Trap used to jump like the bitch had bunnies
Don't trust that ho 'cause that bitch is too cunning
She caught me cheating, my clothes get to cutting
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