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tata – 41 – blockworktv lyrics

[intro]
grah
grah, grah, boom
(all 4 1 and 1 4 all)
grah
grah, grah, boom b+tch
every opp shot, everything dead
41 shots to the head
graaahhhh
like grah
[verse 1 + tata]
w+why these opp n+ggas sucking my d+ck
couple n+ggas that’s dead in a ditch
and they ain’t coming back, they just stuck in my spliff
like i might go to his grave, then spit
i’m a demon, and they know i like gunplay
stupid dummy, went out on a subway
lil n+gga just went out the dumb way
n+ggas be broke, so they do it the bum way
all black tech got these n+ggas shook
if he move, imma make him look
and these n+ggas just cap for the book
then he get shot in his face no book
like grah, every o shot
hе a dummy, he rap what he not
two knocks, one green with a dot
likе more than one, i’m staying on hots
n+ggas say they not 41, sh+t gotta stop
nig+n+ggas, suck my d+ck
ayo sharlem get off my d+ck
like you a bum, and you thought you the sh+t
that n+gga said we was gonna get stitches
like that n+gga is laying in ditches
loosing vision when i ‘oot at the crowd
he think he tough cos he beat on his b+tches
[bridge + jenn carter]
look
grah
look
it’s carter d+ckhead
look
grah, grah
look

[verse 2 + jenn carter]
i’m like f+ck it, let’s go on a drill
‘cos i think n+ggas loosing they screws
i’m with kr and jerry, might up it and shoot
and that n+gga a goose, he be ducking the deuce
like imma keep it a hunnid
look like i’m giannis, i keep it a buck
he was dissing got turned into runtz
now that boy shooting, he all in my blunt
i don’t say i’m the best, i just let that sh+t see
grah, like my sh+t on repeat
q+quick draw if he fast on his feet
like, roll him up in the marley
not sorry
he was dissing got poked in a heartbeat
and these n+ggas don’t know what they started
grah, and their guns just stay in their gallery
oh, and ya n+ggas in debt
broke lil n+ggas, ya got me upset
how you dissing on the net and you thought i’d forget?
n+ggas p+ssy, they really be actors
like i spot me an o, imma pack ’em
no brazilian, brodie gon’ wax ’em
feeling like [?] when i am+
she treeshy, nasty
l!ck on my body, we go to the backseat
if i don’t got the v, i might spin on a taxi
he got sent to the sky, i was happy
throwing all 10’s so they calling me [?]
on the scene, i go flock out the benz
spinnin’ and spinnin’, we do it again
and that shorty a thot and she bringing her friends
grah
[verse 3 + kyle richh]
(kr)
e+everyone dead, don’t run, don’t move
and meechy got beat out his shoes
shoot through the mesh, imma find me a goon
free static, go dumb with the deuce
he not an ‘ooter, who did you ‘oot?
how he dead after making a diss?
notti, all in my spliff
if he run, i put two in his head
i know he dead, i can tell by the twitch
n+no beyblade whole lotta rip
too many guns, i don’t know what to pick
n+ggas buggin, who bigger than me?
he think he lit, he get lit, no stitch
and i’m 41 boppin’ they sh+t
told number 1, get shot in your sh+t
d+mn (like what?)
that b+tch a bum, i can tell by the wig
getting deady off wock, can’t trip
like, i make plays like popovich
and we got the drop where he lay at
cl!ck cl!ck, he got put in a blay, d+mn
i be lost but i do it for lay
and these n+ggas be envy the sh+t that i made
like d+mn, like what?
b+b+tch i’m bossy, spot ’em, pack ’em
like red beam on a gun imma crack ’em
big .45 put a hole through the madness
and notti got put in a box, packaged
4’s in the spot, it get active
like+like what?
bled through his socks, ‘cos he thought i was lacking
like+like d+mn
h+he dead
[?] on my block, can’t twist that knock
bro been dumped that knock
lik+like what?
can’t toss that knock

- tata lyrics

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