Grah Tah Tah - Tory Lanez, 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 out side lookin' better than a bad bitch a bad bitch prolly can’t even

holler

Ayy, ahahahahide your bitch to the bank

Nah, bitch, ahahahahide your bitch to the bank

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

I’m the type to disrespect a nigga whole set and I don’t give a fuck what he

bang

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

All this private in my 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 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 old Jada, juice, man, 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

Old Jada, juice, man, 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 tire 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 provide us 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 and fans, uh, I like pots and pans, uh

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

I know you niggas feelin' like you surfin' with me in prison, ayy

But 3 bodies dropped behind the fence and steady killin', ayy

Now 6 bodies drop they called me out on my own mission, ayy

Yeah, I shot a few opps, I popped a few tops, but I ain’t finished, ayy

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 old Jada, juice, man, 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

Old Jada, juice, man, 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