Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grah Tah Tah, artist - Tory Lanez. Date of issue: 26.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |