Subliminals lyrics

[Intro: Tata]
Boom, boom, boom (Boom, boom, everything, glah) (Elias Beats)
Like, glah

[Verse 1: Tata]
Why these opp n*ggas all on my di*k, all my n*ggas alive whilst your man's in a spliff (Like, damn)
Ayy, don't touch, sh*t got a kick (Like, damn), ayo, preme, pass the me the jits (Like, damn)
And these n*ggas been gettin' me tight, I might go to his father grave, take a p*ss (What the f*ck?)
I ain't talkin' no radio gigs, my ooter gon' send 'em out just like a rift (Glah)
n*ggas dissin’ with like 8 dead mans (One, two, three, what the f*ck?)
How you jackin' your hood so hard and you chillin' with n*ggas that's smokin’ your man's (Everything dead)
Type of sh*t that I don't understand (Boom, baow), I just sit back and watch, like, "Damn" (Boom, boom, boom)
And these n*ggas say that we got beef, they be singin' our sh*t, man, thesе n*ggas be fans
Free my demons, put on for the sеt (Glah)
Got your thottie, she blow like a ref (Glah-glah, boom,)
I don't even try to up the 'net, but we run into boy, we gon' beat him to death (b*tch)
We gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah), no leg shots, only head (Boom, boom)
And her favorite color is yellow, I told her, "f*ck yellow, I only see red"
Why these opp n*ggas all on my di*k (Boom, baow), on bro, n*ggas got me fat (Glah-glah, boom)
I might spin through their sh*t with like four of my n*ggas, we see an opp then we see red
Ball on the court and I shoot with my left
Oh, he say he gon' up with the left?
pus*y n*gga get shot in your chest
Everything deady, they know I'm the vet'

[Verse 2: Asian Doll & Tata]
He-he think he the illest, he think he the boss (Think he what?)
Get bought like a Pitbull, I do what I want (Get bought like a pup)
Got n*ggas who shoot with no rim in the box (Baow, baow), n*ggas weird, b*tches bot (Grrah)
Keep me a Glock on the side of my hip
b*tches be dissin', get smacked on the zip (Gla, glah, glah)
Smoke your dead n*ggas, b*tch when n*ggas be lyin', but cryin' and sh*t
Ayy, hop in the foreign, my b*tch is a tourist
Bend by the back, but them n*ggas they borin'
b*tches be grip, can't link no b*tch, don't speak to me, lil' b*tch
Better watch your mouth, better watch your spots, don't speak on sh*t, let's do it now
This Glock go, baow (Ayy), run out (Gang)
Man, these b*tches be talkin' about me and I loved it
Big Glock, he long, gon' up it
To me that b*tch, she nothin', I don't give a f*ck who party I'm bustin'
I don't give a f*ck who you she knew (Grrah), don't drop my flag it's blue (It's blue)
Iffy Foreign, f*ck with Woo, these b*tches on top, they not bulletproof
Damn, beat that b*tch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom)
Glah, glah, beat that b*tch, I'm two deep, just me and my grip (Get back)
I-I-I-I'm two deep, just me and my grip (Grrah)
We gon' send your lil' b*tch to the sky (To the sky)
Why you dissin' like n*ggas don't die (n*ggas don't die)
I get money, you rappin' a lie (Rappin' a lie), opp ass n*ggas got lined by a ba' (Baba-ba)
Me and the gang, we gon' shake up the spot
Brother, he cop, the tougher get tough
n*ggas mad they b*tches thots (Yeah, yeah, on bro)
(Grrah, glah-glah, boom, damn, damn)
[Pre-Chorus: Tata]
Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, b*tch (b*tch), we gon' beat him to de-death (Glah, glah)
Bro we gon' beat him to death, b*tch (b*tch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah)
Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, b*tch (b*tch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah)
Bro-bro-bro we gon' beat him to death, b*tch (b*tch), we gon' beat him to death (Glah, glah)

[Chorus: Asian Doll]
Damn, beat that b*tch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom)
Glah, glah, beat that b*tch, I'm two deep, just me and my grip (Get back)
Damn, beat that b*tch, he hop out, don't run, don't trip (Don't run, boom)
Glah, glah, beat that b*tch, I'm two deep, just me and my grip (Get back)

[Outro: Asian Doll]
Man, these b*tches be talkin' about me and I loved it (Yeah, what? Uh-huh)