Lyrics Grah Tah Tah (feat. Kodak Black) - Tory Lanez , Kodak Black
Yeah
You
lil'
itty-bitty
bitch,
haha
Yeah,
nigga
And
suck
my
dick,
nigga
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
Hoe,
I
know
when
you
top
it
off
you
finna
swallow-allow-allow
I
come
outside
lookin'
better
than
a
bad
bitch
A
bad
bitch
prolly
can't
even
holler
Ayy,
I
hahaha-hide
your
bitch
to
the
bank
Nah,
bitch,
I
done
hahaha-hide
your
bitch
to
the
bank
I'm
the
type
to
take
a
nigga
whole
bitch
and
I'on't
give
a
fuck
what
he
say
I'm
the
type
to
disrespect
a
nigga
whole
set,
give
a
fuck
what
he
bang
I
know
that
y'all
bitches
want
me
in
jail
but
I'm
gon'
keep
stuntin'
All
this
pavé
in
my
diamonds
sick,
call
me
3 Shyne
Back
in
school,
them
teachers
called
me
fool,
said
I
wouldn't
be
nothin'
I
know
that
it
hurt
they
soul
whenever
they
see
me
stuntin'
Came
back
to
my
high
school
in
Lambos
and
Jags
(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
(uh-uh)
Bitch,
I'm
in
my
trap,
boomin'
like
2010
I
still
feel
like
I'm
OJ
da
Juiceman,
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
OJ
da
Juiceman,
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
attire
all
back,
yeah,
only
Sniper,
that's
facts,
yeah
Until
they
let
my
papers,
I'm
just
payin'
to
get
you
wacked
It
ain't
nothing
to
get
you
Peter
Row'd,
got
Petho
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
put
vitamins
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,
FNs,
yah
I
like
pots
and
pans,
yah
The
dope
won't
come
back
10,
uh,
baby
girl,
hold
my
hand,
uh
I
know
you
niggas
feelin'
like
you
safe
with
me
in
prison,
ain't
it
But
three
bodies
dropped
behind
the
fence
and
steady
killin',
ain't
it
Yeah,
six
bodies
dropped
and
I
caught
me
one
on
my
own
mission,
ain't
it
Yeah,
I
shot
a
few
opps,
I
popped
a
few
tops,
but
I
ain't
finished,
ain't
it
Pew,
bam,
bam
bam,
bam,
bam
bam
bam,
bam,
uh
Dope
sold,
money
fold,
I
want
a
scroll
I
ain't
want
no
deals,
uh
Glock
cock
back,
no
safety,
I
caught
lots
of
cases
(uh)
Pullin'
up,
drop
top
Wraiths
I
still
feel
like
I'm
OJ
da
Juiceman,
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
OJ
da
Juiceman,
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
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