Slatty
Lil Duke Lyrics


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(Southside on the track, yeah) Yeah
Yeah

Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
Hop in a Benz (what)
Hopped out a Porsche (skrrt)
Hop in your friend (yeah)
After your daughter (yee)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I'm in the gym, of course
I can't even care, whore
I'm out the scene, yeah
Knock off your boy, yeah
Keeping it clean, whoa
Drac' with the beam
I got your team
Popping a bean, yeah

I got a bag, that ain't enough
My left wrist bling, yes, it is tough
I killed his man in front of his mama
Like fuck lil' bruh, sister and his cousin
Now I kick my shit, that ain't no punt
Like fuck my wrist, it ain't enough
Now I fuck my bitch 'til it ain't nothing
I shoot out, blank, still ain't cuffin'
I'm proud of my money
Kill 'em, not leaving a trace, yeah
Kill 'em, not leaving a trace (brrt)
I'm 'bout to cut off the K, yeah
Black diamonds, Martin Luther King (black)
I had to break in the safe, yeah
And I didn't leave 'em a trace (yeah)
I had to break in that safe, yeah (yeah)
Coppin' lil' mama the Range (yeah)
Hop in the Jag, I just been doing the dash, whoa
Today my Margiela was big, I look like a dad, whoa (I look like a dad, whoa)
She got gator on her purse, it look like a rash, whoa (look like a motherfuckin' rash)
Three hundred K out in Turks and I'm still in my bag, whoa (still in my bag)

Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah, woo)
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Hop in a Benz (what)
Hopped out a Porsche (skrrt)
Hop in your friend (yeah)
After your daughter (yee)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I'm in the gym, of course
I can't even care, whore
I'm out the scene, yeah
Knock off your boy, yeah
Keeping it clean (Maniac killed 'em)
Drac' with the beam (Maniac killed 'em)
I got your team (Maniac killed 'em)
Popping a bean, yeah (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)

Dissect your body like science class, nigga
Give you my word, then I gotta deliver (I gotta)
Bet they gon' know when the slime in the building
Hot as a iron, I mean, hot like the skillet
Creeping up, crawling, know I was just skipping
Gangster 'cause you got a body, lil' nigga
Magazine clips, so you might get your issue
You think you gangster cause' you got a pistol? (For real?)
Bye-bye, Felicia
Look for your body, so they gotta eat it (okay)
I am Yak Gotti, but I'm not a vegan (hell nah, nigga)
Flathead the pull up, the Honda, the Civic (skrrt)
Running from twelve, then I jumped the defenses
Blood on my bottom, like Roddy Ricchie
Finger my trigger, my trigger start itching
Ride with that chick, she say point blank and period (point blank and period)
When I aim at you, it's point blank, no missing (point blank, no missing)
Lay in your grass and come out of your bushes (let's go)
Pick up that trip and I bet I'll start tripping
Bet I'll start tripping like I get a rush (ooh)
My slime, he a crip, keep that stick like a crutch

Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Gotti)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah, Yak, Yak)
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
Hop in a Benz (what)
Hopped out a Porsche (skrrt)
Hop in your friend (yeah)
After your daughter (yee)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

We can't relate
We from the hood, I was renegade (renegade)
Stepped in the spot, had fish parquet (yeah)
Can't be a slime, he got bitch boy trait
She wanted to fuck, but I left L.A. (L.A.)
My savage, I bought him a new AK
My birthday, I ran up that STK
We smoke out the good and don't care what they say (care what they say, slatt)
Look at the wrist
I done got rich off of politics (politics)
Canary yellow, I gotta piss (uh)
Rich nigga brunch, I had fish and grits
Want nothing back, I don't penny pinch
Told her, "I'm tense, come massage this dick"
I paid the high for that Glock with the switch (Glock with the switch)
Guaranteed me, if I pop, it won't miss (pop, it won't miss)

I shot at your mans
None of that shit wasn't planned
I fucked this bitch and her friend
Both of them bitches done came on my pants
Louis V dripping, lil' niggas
Ain't none of my niggas ain't rocking no Vans
He mad at me 'cause his bitch is a fan
Do what I want and he do what he can
I put that bitch in the figure-four
Too many vibes, so it's hard to pick a ho
Came from the bottom, I used to be broke
I was trapping, and I used to trap out the liquor store
I bet it all on the tin and foil
Drop off the pack, that's a give and go
Now when I rap on the track, it's a ten or more
I'm in the club with a Glock, it's extended
Tint is so dark, they can't see who is in it
Niggas ain't cashing out, these niggas rented
YSL, we going overboard
Plugged everywhere like extension cord

Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah, woo)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty (slatt, slatt)
Hop in a Benz (what)
Hopped out a Porsche (skrrt)
Hop in your friend (yeah)
After your daughter (yee)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (uh)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (uh)
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I'm in the gym, of course
I can't even care, whore
I'm out the scene, yeah
Knock off your boy, yeah
Keeping it clean (whoa)
Drac' with the beam




I got your team
Popping a bean

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lil Duke's song Slatty are a mixture of braggadocio, violence, and sexuality. The hook repeats the word "slatty" several times - this is a slang term used to describe someone who is wealthy and cool. Lil Duke talks about his high-end cars (Benz and Porsche), his sexual conquests (hopping in your friend after your daughter), and his violent tendencies (knock off your boy, creeping up crawling). The verses are mainly focused on Lil Duke's wealth and his willingness to use violence to protect it. He brags about his expensive jewelry, killing someone in front of their mother, and breaking into a safe without leaving a trace. The lyrics also feature other rappers such as Yak Gotti.


The song Slatty has a catchy beat and is designed to be a party anthem. Lil Duke's delivery is confident and energetic, and he delivers his rhymes with a certain swagger. However, there is a darker side to the lyrics that suggest Lil Duke is not afraid of using violence to protect his wealth and status. Overall, the song paints a picture of a ruthless individual who is unafraid of the consequences of his actions.


Line by Line Meaning

(Southside on the track, yeah) Yeah
Beginning of the song introduction, indicating the producer and expressing excitement and agreement with the beat.


Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty
Repeating the slang term 'slatty' multiple times for emphasis and creating a memorable hook for the song.


Hop in a Benz (what) Hopped out a Porsche (skrrt) Hop in your friend (yeah) After your daughter (yee)
Boasting about being versatile in different luxury cars and doing anything for pleasure, including pursuing a friend or their daughter.


Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt I'm in the gym, of course I can't even care, whore I'm out the scene, yeah Knock off your boy, yeah Keeping it clean, whoa Drac' with the beam I got your team Popping a bean, yeah
Continuing to repeat 'slatty' while flexing about staying in shape, being able to detach from moral concerns, and taking care of business with weapons and drugs.


I got a bag, that ain't enough My left wrist bling, yes, it is tough I killed his man in front of his mama Like fuck lil' bruh, sister and his cousin Now I kick my shit, that ain't no punt Like fuck my wrist, it ain't enough Now I fuck my bitch 'til it ain't nothing I shoot out, blank, still ain't cuffin'
Being unsatisfied with material wealth and enjoying violent behavior such as murder, implying that women are treated as objects, and bragging about avoiding police custody.


I'm proud of my money Kill 'em, not leaving a trace, yeah Kill 'em, not leaving a trace (brrt) I'm 'bout to cut off the K, yeah Black diamonds, Martin Luther King (black) I had to break in the safe, yeah And I didn't leave 'em a trace (yeah) I had to break in that safe, yeah (yeah) Coppin' lil' mama the Range (yeah) Hop in the Jag, I just been doing the dash, whoa Today my Margiela was big, I look like a dad, whoa (I look like a dad, whoa) She got gator on her purse, it look like a rash, whoa (look like a motherfuckin' rash) Three hundred K out in Turks and I'm still in my bag, whoa (still in my bag)
Taking pride in accumulating wealth through unethical means, boasting about violent crimes with ease, mentioning luxury car brands, and having expensive taste in fashion and accessories.


Dissect your body like science class, nigga Give you my word, then I gotta deliver (I gotta) Bet they gon' know when the slime in the building Hot as a iron, I mean, hot like the skillet Creeping up, crawling, know I was just skipping Gangster 'cause you got a body, lil' nigga Magazine clips, so you might get your issue You think you gangster cause' you got a pistol? (For real?) Bye-bye, Felicia Look for your body, so they gotta eat it (okay) I am Yak Gotti, but I'm not a vegan (hell nah, nigga) Flathead the pull up, the Honda, the Civic (skrrt) Running from twelve, then I jumped the defenses Blood on my bottom, like Roddy Ricchie Finger my trigger, my trigger start itching Ride with that chick, she say point blank and period (point blank and period) When I aim at you, it's point blank, no missing (point blank, no missing) Lay in your grass and come out of your bushes (let's go) Pick up that trip and I bet I'll start tripping Bet I'll start tripping like I get a rush (ooh) My slime, he a crip, keep that stick like a crutch
Boasting about committing gruesome violence, highlighting the importance of keeping promises, and expressing confidence in their gangster reputation. Also, talking about running from cops, a bloody incident, and anticipating the thrill of a dangerous situation.


Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (yeah, yeah, woo) Keeping it clean (Maniac killed 'em) Drac' with the beam (Maniac killed 'em) I got your team (Maniac killed 'em) Popping a bean, yeah (Yak, Yak, Yak, Yak)
Repeating 'slatty' one more time in the chorus and crediting the producer and their associates for their success in staying clean, having powerful weapons, and being highly influential with drugs.


We can't relate We from the hood, I was renegade (renegade) Stepped in the spot, had fish parquet (yeah) Can't be a slime, he got bitch boy trait She wanted to fuck, but I left L.A. (L.A.) My savage, I bought him a new AK My birthday, I ran up that STK We smoke out the good and don't care what they say (care what they say, slatt)
Acknowledging a disconnect from others who didn't grow up in similar circumstances, claiming to be a rebel and having a love of luxury food and avoiding 'slimes' who behave weakly. Also, mentioning buying a gun as a gift, spending lots of money, and ignoring criticism when enjoying drugs.


Look at the wrist I done got rich off of politics (politics) Canary yellow, I gotta piss (uh) Rich nigga brunch, I had fish and grits Want nothing back, I don't penny pinch Told her, "I'm tense, come massage this dick" I paid the high for that Glock with the switch (Glock with the switch) Guaranteed me, if I pop, it won't miss (pop, it won't miss) I shot at your mans None of that shit wasn't planned I fucked this bitch and her friend Both of them bitches done came on my pants Louis V dripping, lil' niggas Ain't none of my niggas ain't rocking no Vans He mad at me 'cause his bitch is a fan Do what I want and he do what he can I put that bitch in the figure-four Too many vibes, so it's hard to pick a ho Came from the bottom, I used to be broke I was trapping, and I used to trap out the liquor store I bet it all on the tin and foil Drop off the pack, that's a give and go Now when I rap on the track, it's a ten or more I'm in the club with a Glock, it's extended Tint is so dark, they can't see who is in it Niggas ain't cashing out, these niggas rented YSL, we going overboard Plugged everywhere like extension cord Slatty, slatty, slatty, slatt, slatt, slatty (slatt, slatt) Slatty, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (uh)
Showing off expensive jewelry and excessive wealth acquired through questionable tactics such as politics and avoiding penny-pinching. Also, expressing vulgar sexual desires, mentioning owning a upgraded gun, engaging in violent acts without a plan, enjoying a threesome, and having disdain for those who cannot afford luxury brands. Comparing women to wrestling holds and commenting on a past of poverty and drug dealing. Finally, bragging about a heavily armed and concealed car, criticizing those who can't afford to buy things outright, and reiterating the title slang word repetitively.


Keeping it clean (whoa) Popping a bean
Final repetition of the chorus, emphasizing that despite the illegal activities done in order to achieve wealth and power, it is important to keep one's mind clear and alert while also using drugs.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Denis Berger, Jeffery Williams, Joshua Luellen, Martinez Arnold, Sergio Kitchens, Tchakalla Romeo

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@talentrippin3535

Should've named this song SLATT ANTHEM 🐍

@QuavoGotFame

Aye they cut that dude off in the end he was still rapping 😂😂

@alpacino4583

@QuavoGotFame 😭😭😭

@talentrippin3535

@QuavoGotFame I think it's the youtube upload. original song length on Spotify is 4:50

@nomvulantsimane3578

And rip Vamp Anthem off😂😂😂nah bro

@bleeched9742

& get clowned for copying Vamp Anthem?? Nah 🤢💪

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@CloudSheep4

0:44 flow is hard af bro I'm cryin 💚😭

@SwagDaddy20

Gunna’s too😭

@KeyPentViews

Onggg

@amitoomuch8662

@Kirill Bykov gunna dont miss bro

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