[Intro: Tata]
(Damn Lil' FckBwoy! Man, you know that I be killin' shit)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, like
Grrah-grrah, boom
[Verse 1: Tata & Kyle Richh]
All this Prada, they tell me they proud of me( Like, what?)
Gettin' money like I won the lottery (On bro)
Shorty a baddie, she doin' it sloppily (Damn)
I'm tryna go up, but they foulin' me (Like, what?)
And they know how I rock, no milly (Bitch)
Bad bitch put the knock at her titty (Damn)
N***as be talkin' on me, I don't care
If I'm runnin' at n***as (Grrah), I'm givin them fifty (Grrah-grrah, boom)
She a baddie, I'm callin' her baby (Damn)
We can rump, you cannot be my lady
I gotta watch these n***as, they move shady
I swear I'm totin Jackie (Rrah-rrah), and bro totin' Katid (Rrah-rrah)
Got a bad lil' bitch, her name Katie (Like, what?)
She wit' her friend and they both totin' Stacy
She like, ''Tata get up, you so lazy''
Dummy got boomed, tryna chase me, grrah
[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Hunnid bands can't change me (Grrah)
Too real, see through the envy (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
She a virgin, hittin' it gently
She want the Louis Vuitton or the Fendi (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Big gun, hit him right through the temple (Like, damn)
Gumbo, smokin' them dead dudes
Stood on your strip, put a hole in a rental (Grrah)
Heartless, give a fuck what her friend do (What her friend do)
Damn, bands can't fit (Like, damn)
Fuck the skinny jeans, I got a slim (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Of the deuce', she do what you think (Think)
Like, she a baddie, she look good in pink (Grrah-grrah, boom)
She a demon, she totin' a weapon
Trace ran through and I'm lettin' off seven (Like, damn)
.19 gonna send 'em to Heaven (Glah)
Now you a thot, why you fuckin' ya' best friend? (Glah-glah-glah)
[Verse 3: Tata]
I’m wit' bro, told her slide wit' her bestie (Slide wit' the what?)
In a telly, 'bout to make a movie (On bro)
And if I'm a option, don't choose me (Don't choose me, bitch)
I gotta watch these bitches, they be groupies (On bro)
She say I'm a dog, Scooby (Treesha)
She rock Fendi, Prada, Louis (Damn-damn)
Amiri denim, never wearin' Truey
And that bitch a thot, on bro, she can't fool me (Fool me, damn)
Off that Fumi, got me laced (Dotty)
Movin' funny, get shot in ya' face (Damn-damn)
Shoot at his feet, make him pick up the pace
Everything deady, nobody not safe (Grrah-grrah)
Gumbo, smoke 'em to the face (Damn-damn)
She told me she love me, I told her she laced (On bro)
Back up bitch, gimme my space (Grrah-grrah)
Opps at the function (Grrah-grrah), we shoot up the place (Grrah)
[Verse 4: Kyle Richh]
Finish him, leave no trace (No what?)
Bitch I be buggin', don't know how to chill (Know how to chill)
I be lost, I don't know how to feel (Know how to feel)
You not my bitch, I'm just keepin' it real (Keepin' it real)
Lil' thottiy she jackin' the 4 (Like, damn)
She off the patty, she tryna perform (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
She a baddie, she bounce on the floor
Like, opp thot, send 'em out to the door (Opp thot)
Come here, I wanna talk
Look in my eyes, see the pain in my soul (Like, damn)
Hate done grown so old (Grrah)
I cannot die, this world so cold (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
I don't know what she do for me
If she postin' for me, you not gon' shoot for me (Huh?)
Why is you wastin' my time? (Grrah)
Real G's move in silence like a sign, damn (Grrah-grrah, baow)
[Verse 5: Tata]
Why are you wastin' my time? (Like, what? Like, damn)
Bitch, you a thot, stop callin' my line (Grrah-grrah), damn
Bro throw shots at his mind
I got a baddie, you might just get lined
[Verse 6: Kyle Richh]
Damn, dissin' the gang, get slimed
Gun jam up, he get beat with the .9
Tata my brother, I love him to death
She a thot, let me nut on her chest (Grrah-grrah)
Pop a .30, take me through the stress
This not a game, but I play it like chess, damn
[Verse 7: Tata & Kyle Richh]
She a thot, she gon' blow like a ref'
Got your baddie, she givin' me neck
Movin' funny, get hit in your neck
Call up Preme, you get shot in your chest
You love me, I love you
Off a yerk, I don't know what to do
Grrah, grrah, like bro said
I do not regret all the shots that I threw, damn
[Outro: Tata & Kyle Richh]
Everybody shot, everything dead, bitch
Grrah, 41
4-1 shots to the head
Grrah, like damn, grrah-grrah-grrah
KR
EK got seven vids wit' the same fuckin' coat
What the fuck?
Oh shit, he just dropped some new shit, make it eight
