Tory Lanez ft. Kodak Black - Grah Tah Tah Lyrics

Yeah
You lil' eat it beat it bitch, haha
Yeah, nigga
And suck my dick, nigga

Ayy, I know y'all hoes want me in jail (FOREVEROLLING)
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, trrah 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, ahahaha'd your bitch to the bank
Nah, bitch, I done ahahaha'd 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, 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 (uh-uh)
Bitch, I'm in my trap, boomin' like 2010

I still feel like I'm OJ da Juiceman, I make the trap "Aye"
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' twenty-five, ayy, bitch, you know I feel like
OJ da Juiceman, I make the trap "Aye"
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' twenty-five, 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 put vitamins 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 ten, baby girl, hold my hand, uh
I know you niggas feelin' like you surfin' with me in prison, ayy
But three bodies dropped behind the fence and steady killin', ayy
Yeah, six 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
Dope sold, money fold, I'm on the scroll, I ain't doin' no deals, uh
Got cut back no staple, I caught lots of cases, uh
Pullin' up, drop top Wraith's

I still feel like I'm OJ da Juiceman, I make the trap "Aye"
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' twenty-five, ayy, bitch, you know I feel like
OJ da Juiceman, I make the trap "Aye"
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' twenty-five, ayy, bitch, you know I feel like