Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blatt!, artist - Autumn!. Date of issue: 04.03.2019
Song language: English
Blatt! |
| This Yung Bans and y’all better know I’m fucking with Surreal Gang |
| Eddie Gianni |
| Got a choppa on me, nigga, and the bitch go blatt |
| Bitches on my dick when I walk up in Saks |
| Said she wanna fuck me 'cause she know I got racks |
| Nigga run up wrong, I’ma blow his shit back |
| Walk around this bitch with a Drac and a MAC |
| Thirty shots in this clip and it go click-clack |
| Tryna book me for a show, nigga that’s a quick rack |
| Jug a nigga out his shit, no he can’t get it back |
| Pull up in a Lex, no this ain’t no Pontiac |
| Niggas be cap, yeah that’s a whole act |
| Niggas on my dick, yeah they piggy-back |
| Walk up in his trap like nigga give me that |
| Cut a nigga down like a damn Lumberjack |
| Had too many Xans, almost had a heart attack |
| Shawty wanna fuck like, «Baby let’s go» |
| Pull up do a show then I’m back on the road |
| Shooters on my team, yeah my niggas on go |
| Choppa on my side, and that bitch gon' blow |
| Kickin' shit with Summrs, yeah you know that’s bro |
| Can’t cop a feat, cause ya ass too broke |
| Number (N)ine jeans, no these ain’t cargos |
| Just hit a jug on Wells Fargo |
| Niggas said I’m wack, he ain’t going far though |
| Two Glocks on me, yeah, akimbo |
| Three pistol got an extendo |
| Sipping on lean like espresso |
| Riding with them sticks like we in Chicago |
| Say you getting money but just hit my |
| Bitch I got guap like I hit the lotto |
| Pull up in a Hellcat, full throttle |
| Sipping on Wok straight out the bottle, yeah, yeah |
| Got a choppa on me, nigga, and the bitch go blatt |
| Bitches on my dick when I walk up in Saks |
| Said she wanna fuck me cause she know I got racks |
| Nigga run up wrong, I’ma blow his shit back |
| Walk around this bitch with a Drac and a MAC |
| Thirty shots in this clip and it go click-clack |
| Tryna book me for a show, nigga that’s a quick rack |
| Jug a nigga out his shit, no he can’t get it back |
| Pull up in a Lex, no this ain’t no Pontiac |
| Niggas be cap, yeah that’s a whole act |
| Niggas on my dick, yeah they piggy-back |
| Walk up in his trap like nigga give me that |
| Cut a nigga down like a damn Lumberjack |
| Had too many Xans, almost had a heart attack |
| (This Yung Bans and y’all better know I’m fucking with Surreal Gang) |