yrb tezz – blatt lyrics
[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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