CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Blatt

(I'ma do it like that, YB)
I'ma do it like this
(Damn, MyBaad)

Ayy, brand-new load in (Hollo), b*t*h, watch 'em get it gone (Ayy, Hollo, turn me up)
B*t*h, I'm a real trapper, f**k n***a, ayy, what you want? (What you need?)
Ain't tryna kick you, f**k n***a, ain't tryna do a song
Ready for war b*t*h, 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*t*h got them bags in her brief
Yeah, we hop out on spark when it's beef (Boom, boom, boom)
I make a ho fly with them Ps
F**k her once, give her back to the streets (Fool)
We the ones puttin' n***as on tees (B*t*h, 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*t*h)

I gotta go back to the trap, I got 'bows to sell
B*t*h, my trap do numbers, I got clientele (B*t*h, 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*t*h Perc' d**k, 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**k n***a block, b*t*h, we got tons of shells (We got tons of fire)
And I done took a hundred losses f**kin' with the mail (A hundred Ls)
Now I just put a b*t*h on a flight, I pray she make it there (I pray she make it there)

Uh, uh, she put that pu**y 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**k a tab" (F**k you thought? Blatt, blatt)
We still play snatch and grab, f**k n***a, don't even reach for that (That n***a bold)
I up with the pole and make him dab
My lil' n***a tweakin', he want a hat (Get down)
I ain't finna beef in 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***as 'cause I'm really in the trap (Swear)
Uh, uh, ain't finna drop no track, lil' n***a, I really get 'em whacked (Like I did, shh)
Uh, I'ma put fire on a opp n***a before I put this sh*t on wax
Uh, uh, every n***a with me got fire on 'em, hoppin' out, they screamin', "Blatt" (Blatt)
Every b*t*h with me got the suitcase, I already sent the pack
On God, blatt