lirik lagu yrb tezz – blatt
[intro: stunna 4 vegas]
(i’ma do it like that, yb)
i’ma do it like this
(d~mn, mybaad)
[verse 1: yrb tezz & stunna 4 vegas]
ayy, brand~new load in (hollo), b~tch, watch ’em get it gone (ayy, we gon’ get it gone)
b~tch, i’m a real trapper, f~ck n~gga, ayy, what you want? (what you need?)
ain’t tryna kick you, f~ck n~gga, ain’t tryna do a song
ready for war b~tch, my money long (uh, my money long)
i’m a big blood like honeykomb (blatt, blatt)
we got what you need, uh, pills, packs and lean (packs and lean)
yeah, i like how she act on the beam (thot)
uh, she say she attracted to me (come on)
she don’t know that she traffickin’ ps (uh~uh)
uh, why you think that i paid for your lease?
i’m not tryna talk, keep it brief
um, my b~tch got them bags in her breath
yeah, we hop out on spark when it’s beef (boom, boom, boom)
i make a ho fly with them ps
f~ck her once, give her back to the streets (fool)
we the ones puttin’ n~ggas on tees (b~tch, come here)
uh, y’all the ones callin’ police
we still coppin’ cars without the keys (c8)
uh, i finesse her for that mouth and then i gotta leave (b~tch)
[verse 2: yrb tezz & stunna 4 vegas]
i gotta go back to the trap, i got ‘bows to sell
b~tch, my trap do numbers, i got clientele (b~tch, i got clientele)
uh~huh (came outta there), can’t you tell?
soon as they land, we get ’em outta there (gone)
uh, uh, get a b~tch perc’ d~ck, she tryna knock the yell (uh, uh, uh)
that fame ain’t change sh~t, we havin’ guns and bales (we havin’ guns and bales)
we’ll turn up a f~ck n~gga block, b~tch, we got tons of sh~lls (we got tons of fire)
and i done took a hundred losses f~ckin’ with the mail (a hundred ls)
now i just put a b~tch on a flight, i pray she make it there (i pray she make it there)
[verse 3: stunna 4 vegas & yrb tezz]
uh, uh, she put that p~ssy on me and told me, “take a care” (she told me, “take a care”)
made me turn my glock to fully, we ain’t playin’ fair (we ain’t playin’ fair)
uh, place your order, we can get a bundle here, a bundle there (what you want?)
super freak, shorty eat the meat right through my underwear
i’m super geeked, i’m sippin’ all this syrup, i just threw back a tab (geeked)
i’m super slimy, had to buck the plug, i’m like, “f~ck a tab” (f~ck you thought? blatt, blatt)
we still play sn~tch and grab, f~ck n~gga, don’t even reach for that (that n~gga bold)
i up with the pole and make him dab
my lil’ n~gga tweakin’, he want a hat (get down)
i ain’t finna beef on no chat (uh~uh), we’ll be on your street, knock b in the back (let’s go)
can’t go back and forth with these rappin’ n~ggas ’cause i’m really in the trap (swear)
uh, uh, ain’t finna drop no track, lil’ n~gga, i really get ’em whacked (like i did, shh)
uh, i’ma put fire on a opp n~gga before i put this sh~t on wax
uh, uh, every n~gga with me got fire on ’em, hoppin’ out, they screamin’, “blatt” (blatt)
every b~tch with me got the suitcase, i already sent the pack
[outro: yrb tezz]
on god, blatt
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