Slatt Houdini (Ft. Bundog & Pressa)

[Chorus: Pressa]
I'm smokin' deadmihana, this super gas hit me
And shit get weird, hippie
All I see, red, trippy
You know we slatt, silly
More snakey than Mississippi
You know we slatt, silly
More snakey than Mississippi
More snakey than Mississippi
And we get lit, litty
Destroy the whole city
Headshot, lil' buck 50
You know I'm big crodie
Trap house, love pimpin', homie
Feds turn the topic on me
Houdini and Armani

[Verse 1: Houdini]
Oh, how could I lack in the party?
You know the clip full of zombies, uh
And that little bitch off a molly
I had her bendin', pilates, oh
[?] cost me
Just to go take a lil' nigga out
I been flippin' dope in the morning
I'm never sayin', "I'm sorry", no
All of this guap I'm makin'
I gotta buy me a Rollie
That nigga mad, he hatin'
Probably 'cause I'm with Armani
[?] Tim Neat, they both got some bodies
We in the lab, we're playin' with keys
Makin' that money's a hobby
Oh, we in the field or playin' with feelings
This shit makin' lil' niggas runnin'
Oh, we out of town livin' with a fiend
Makin' five bands off a hundred
[?] to come fuck with me
Seein' the life, and she love it, oh
And he ain't slatt, he ain't sleez
He ain't wipin' nothin', no