Blatt lyrics

[Intro: Stunna 4 Vegas]
(I'ma do it like that, YB)
I'ma do it like this
(Damn, MyBaad)

[Verse 1: YRB Tezz & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Ayy, brand-new load in (Hollo), b*tch, watch 'em get it gone (Ayy, Hollo, turn me up)
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 brief
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' di*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*ck n*gga 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)

[Verse 3: Stunna 4 Vegas & YRB Tezz]
Uh, uh, she put that pus*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*ck a tab" (f*ck you thought? Blatt, blatt)
We still play snatch 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 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*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