Grah Tah Tah (feat. Kodak Black)

Yeah

You lil' eat it beat it bitch, haha

Yeah, nigga

And suck my dick, nigga

Foreverolling

Ayy, I know y'all hoes want me in jail

But I'ma stunt 'cause I'm a baller

I damn near gave my heart to that bitch

Still don't make time to call her

I stopped beefin' with the opps, grah tah, grah tah tah

I'm all off in lil' mama ear tryna make her give me that box, ha

Thought she was committed but she was fuckin' off of my partners

She reached back put them paws all on my balls and I ain't gon' stop her

Ho I know when you top it off you finna swallow all of it off

I come outside lookin' better than a bad bitch

A bad bitch prolly can't even holler

Ayy, I hahaha-hide your bitch to the bank

Nah, bitch, I done hahaha-hide your bitch to thе bank

I'm the type to take a nigga wholе bitch and I don't give a fuck what he say

I'm the type to disrespect a nigga whole set, give a fuck what he bang

I know that y'all bitches want me in jail but I'm gon' keep stuntin'

All this pavé in my diamonds sick, call me 3 shine

Back in school, them teachers called me fool

Said I wouldn't be nothin'

I know that it hurt they soul

Whenever they see me stuntin'

Came back to my high school in lambos and jags

Bitch, you was in class, I was out there chasin' bags

She done broke my heart but she can't do that shit again

Bitch, I'm in my trap, boomin' like 2010

I still feel like I'm oj da juiceman, I make the trap ayy

This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way

You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh

Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, bitch, you know I feel like

Oj da juiceman, I make the trap ayy

This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way

You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh

Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, bitch, you know I feel like

Yeah, bitch, I feel like yak, in this splat with a big old mac, yeah

And the attire all back, yeah, only sniper, that's facts, yeah

Until they let my papers I'm just payin' to get you wack

It ain't nothing to get you peter row'd, got pico flippin' sacks

I could always go back to the trap I ever get tired of the rap

They know I hit that slab and I put vitamins in the crack, yeah

And I'm poppin' fraud, look like mariah in the lab

Look like dexter with this desktop how I just got me a jag, uh

I was on the mollies on a private jet just playin', uh

Baking soda, pyrex, hit the projects when I land, uh

I like glocks, fns, yah

I like pots and pans, yah

The dope won't come back 10, uh, baby girl, hold my hand, uh

I know you niggas feelin' like you safe with me in prison, ain't it

But 3 bodies dropped behind the fence and steady killin', ain't it

Now 6 bodies drop they called me out on my own mission, ain't it

Yeah, I shot a few opps, I popped a few tops, but I ain't finished, ain't it

Pewm, pewm pewm pewm, pewm

Pewm pewm pewm, pewm, uh

[?] Money fold, I want a scroll like like [?], uh

I cut back that circle, I caught lots of cases

Pullin' up, drop top wraith is

I still feel like I'm oj da juiceman, I make the trap ayy

This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way

You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh

Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, bitch, you know I feel like

Oj da juiceman, I make the trap ayy

This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way

You don't like my price? Well, look I don't know what to say, uh

Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, bitch, you know I feel like