BLaTT lyrics

by

Molly Santana


[Intro]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, uh, ah, uh
(PSYKIDD)

[Chorus]
Ridin' with that rifle, come too close and I'ma strike you
Right hand on the Bible, f*ck these hoes, I'll never wife 'em
Ridin' with that Ruger, clip so long, it like a ruler
You smoking on that reggie, yeah, I'm smoking ooey gooey
Hit a man with my toolie, these lil' n*ggas be my students
I'ma take they ass to school, it get hot, I keep the cooler
They be posted like [?], come and find out how I do ya'
Just keep on talkin' stupid
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Just keep on talkin' stupid
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'ma send out my lil' ooter
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Just keep on talkin' stupid
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'ma send out my lil' ooter

[Verse 1]
Ridin' in that coupe, but he'll be riding in a bucket
Please don't roll the blunt if you don't know how to f*cking tuck it
She say that I'm a c*nt, so I'm like "Baby, come and f*ck it"
Sippin' on that syrup, I be pourin' up some Bubly
I need a pretty b*tch 'cause God don't like them ugly
But I ain't even seen her 'cause I wasn't really looking
I keep that Raid on me 'cause these b*tches always buggin'
She like, "Molly, I adore you," on my pants, she get to tuggin'
[Chorus]
Ridin' with that rifle, come too close and I'ma strike you
Right hand on the Bible, f*ck these hoes, I'll never wife 'em
Ridin' with that Ruger, clip so long, it like a ruler
You smoking on that reggie, yeah, I'm smoking ooey gooey
Hit a man with my toolie, these lil' n*ggas be my students
I'ma take they ass to school, it get hot, I keep the cooler
They be posted like [?], come and find out how I do ya'
Just keep on talkin' stupid
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Just keep on talkin' stupid
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'ma send out my lil' ooter
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Just keep on talkin' stupid
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'ma send out my lil' ooter

[Verse 2]
How many times I gotta tell this b*tch "You f*ckin' with some monsters"
You don't wanna know who you f*ckin' crossin', eating over like a [?]
f*ckin' up some shrimp and lobsters
This life I live, man it'll cost ya
Don't invite me into gossip, I don't really do the drama
People scared like a possum
Like I’m Tyson, I’ma box
She don't like me, say I’m toxic
Hit her then I had to block her
Bet I could turn into a trending topic
[Chorus]
Ridin' with that rifle, come too close and I'ma strike you
Right hand on the Bible, f*ck these hoes, I'll never wife 'em
Ridin' with that Ruger, clip so long, it like a ruler
You smoking on that reggie, yeah, I'm smoking ooey gooey
Hit a man with my toolie, these lil' n*ggas be my students
I'ma take they ass to school, it get hot, I keep the cooler
They be posted like [?], come and find out how I do ya'
Just keep on talkin' stupid
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Just keep on talkin' stupid
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'ma send out my lil' ooter
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Just keep on talkin' stupid
(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I'ma send out my lil' ooter
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