Blatt Lyrics – YRB TEZZ
Singer: YRB TEZZ
Title: Blatt
[I’ma do it like that, YB
I’ma do it like this
Ayy, brand-new load in, b#tch, watch ’em get it gone [Ayy, we gon’ get it gone
b#tch, I’m a real trapper, f#ck n#gg#, ayy, what you want? [What you need?
Ain’t tryna kick you, f#ck n#gg#, 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#gg#s 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]
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’ dick, 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#gg# block, b#tch, we got tons of shells [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]
Uh, uh, she put that p#ss# 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 snatch and grab, f#ck n#gg#, don’t even reach for that [That n#gg# bold
I up with the pole and make him dab
My lil’ n#gg# 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#gg#s ’cause I’m really in the trap [Swear
Uh, uh, ain’t finna drop no track, lil’ n#gg#, I really get ’em whacked [Like I did, shh
Uh, I’ma put fire on a opp n#gg# before I put this sh#t on wax
Uh, uh, every n#gg# 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
On God, blatt
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