blatt Lyrics

Niggas talking tough

Talking tough for what

Bet we get that blood

We don't give a fuck

Pull up run it up

Run down wit that gun

Make my price go up

Make my price go up

I might fuck your hoe, That bitch on my body

Bitch I feel like kyle, Getting richh no roddy

Uprgade from a honda pull up masarati

Pull up in that big big big big body

Call the morgue I done killed that pussy yet again

I'm not like the rest yall lay back and follow trends

That boy is a fan but I ain't neva seen em spin

2020 worst year I took it on the chin

Fuck around wit twin you get taken off the map

Gotta pour me a cup for all this pain that I held back

Five shooters deep as fuck you know we shooting back

Huh, get in, Spin, Spin

I been a crow baby I just get fly uh huh

Baby don't fold on me I might die uh huh

Don't turn cold on me, I got that heat

Nigga ain't talking to me, He would've been gone right there in the seat

I don't be popping no pills but popping my shit done got me geeked

Clean the stick that shit got dirty, Mud all on my seats

Doing 90 while in a 30 fuck it 12 on feet

Clean the mall up, Me and niggas got hands of bags

Balenci shoes, Cost your rent I paid in cash

I done fucked my leg up tryna sprint right to the bag

My bitch bad as fuck I slut her out I'm tryna get nasty

He gon run his mouth I'm running past em just a like track meet

I can keep on rapping this shit easy you can't past me

You can have that hoe cus I got fine shyt eat like xabys