Lyrics Grah Tah Tah - Tory Lanez, Kodak Black

Grah Tah Tah

Yeah
You lil' eat it beat it bitch, haha
Yeah, nigga
And suck my dick, nigga
FOREVEROLLING
Ayy, I know y’all hoes want me in jail
But I’ma stunt 'cause I’m a baller
I damn near gave my heart to that bitch
Still don’t make time to call her
I stopped beefin' with the opps, grah tah, grah tah tah
I’m all off in lil' mama ear tryna make her give me that box, ha
Thought she was committed but she was fuckin' off of my partners
She reached back put them paws all on my balls and I ain’t gon' stop her
Ho I know when you top it off you finna swallow all of it off
I come out side lookin' better than a bad bitch a bad bitch prolly can’t even
holler
Ayy, ahahahahide your bitch to the bank
Nah, bitch, ahahahahide your bitch to the bank
I’m the type to take a nigga whole bitch and I don’t give a fuck what he say
I’m the type to disrespect a nigga whole set and I don’t give a fuck what he
bang
I know that y’all bitches want me in jail but I’m gon' keep stuntin'
All this private in my my diamonds sick, call me 3 Shine
Back in school them teachers called me fool
Said I wouldn’t be nothin'
I know that it hurt they soul
Whenever they see see me stuntin'
Came back to my high school in Lambos and Jags
Bitch, you was in class, I was out there chasin' bags
She done broke my heart but she can’t do that shit again
Bitch, I’m in my trap, boomin' like 2010
I still feel like I’m old Jada, juice, man, I make the trap, ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way
You don’t like my price?
Well, look I don’t know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, bitch, you know I feel like
Old Jada, juice, man, I make the trap, ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way
You don’t like my price?
Well, look I don’t know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, bitch, you know I feel like
Yeah, bitch, I feel like Yak, in this splat with a big old MAC, yeah
And the tire all back, yeah, only Sniper, that’s facts, yeah
Until they let my papers I’m just payin' to get you wack
It ain’t nothing to get you Peter Row’d, got Pico flippin' sacks
I could always go back to the trap I ever get tired of the rap
They know I hit that slab and I provide us in the crack, yeah
And I’m poppin' fraud, look like Mariah in the lab
Look like Dexter with this desktop how I just got me a jag, uh
I was on the mollies on a private jet just playin', uh
Baking soda, Pyrex, hit the projects when I land, uh
I like Glocks and fans, uh, I like pots and pans, uh
The dope won’t come back 10, uh, baby girl, hold my hand, uh
I know you niggas feelin' like you surfin' with me in prison, ayy
But 3 bodies dropped behind the fence and steady killin', ayy
Now 6 bodies drop they called me out on my own mission, ayy
Yeah, I shot a few opps, I popped a few tops, but I ain’t finished, ayy
Pewm, pewm pewm pewm, pewm
Pewm pewm pewm, pewm, uh
money fold, I want a scroll like like, uh
I cut back that circle, I caught lots of cases
Pullin' up, drop top Wraith is
I still feel like I’m old Jada, juice, man, I make the trap, ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way
You don’t like my price?
Well, look I don’t know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, bitch, you know I feel like
Old Jada, juice, man, I make the trap, ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work from 'round the way
You don’t like my price?
Well, look I don’t know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' 25, ayy, bitch, you know I feel like