Текст песни BLATT!* - LUSYD feat. Sol Lace, Joaqhart, MAŁ & BURNØ

BLATT! BLATT! BLATT
Pulling her hair from the back
Pulling her hair from the back
Pulling her hair from the back
Pulling her hair from the back
I got the gat in my backpack
Loosen it, this when the strap back
Pull on her head, pull the them tracks back
He talking that shit, talk that fat cap

He ask me what I'm filling, man
I'm getting that Promethazine, 50 milligrams
I feel like Da Vinci 'cause I speak in cryptograms
Ammunition, getting ready for war
Hop out, bullets going to knock on your door
Burn out Scat, push a pedal to the floor
Racing the Demons, bitch I'm on the road
Scuffing
He running his feet and it sound like percussion
Tuh, BLATT
Nigga wan' talk, get to bluffing
Hit em with a right, finna stun him
Off a 'erc, know I'm about to buzz in
Finna pull up right on a function
And all of these bitches gon' know how we coming with Whitney
Lit up two boofs, bitch my room like a chimney
Copped a new piece and now bitches start feeling me
Sip too much lean, finna fuck up my kidneys
I'm mixing concoctions like I am in Chemistry
My AR-fifteen beam be right on the enemy
They know my trigger finger got some tendencies
And I got the accuracy, she 'bout the stats
They know that it's facts
Tell 'em to hold up and roll up
All the blunts with the gas
Pull up if you carry that pack
I'm out this bitch, BLATT

757, we gonna kill you
757, we're gonna drill you
FTYB, my niggas gon' kill you
I fuck on yo' bitch, she sweet as vanilla
Wait
I beat in her pussy, I beat it like Tekken
I fuck your bitch and I'm blowing her back in
Fucking up money in different direction
Wait
My money flip, my money do tricks
I fuck on yo' bitch, I empty the clip
Wait, red beam came with the dip
Wait, I'm making yo' bitch she gon dip
Wait, she sucking my nuts I'm making her spin

Ayyy!
I'm on some rage shit, stay your lane, bitch
Let me hear you talking shit and I'ma have you tied in my basement
My Rinnegan bring the pain in
Don't make me angry or mistake me for a saint
I'm hanging up heads, renovation
You niggas lame and always say the same shit
None of it makes sense
I stick you up for your stick, you don't know how to aim it
Go to war and I'm staying unscathed
Got a plate full of brains, it was made by your bae
Got a price on my head and I'm doing my thing
You either with or against me or you in the way
Better move before I fade away in your face
'Cause the shit on my waist got unlimited range

I keep a gun, I keep a stick
Hundreds on me, I'm feeling like shit
Perc' in my stomach, I think I'ma trip
Bad bitch wanna fuck, told her just lick
Feeling like Thanos, I'm holding my tech
Lean got me lazy, perc' got me hazy
I'm off the molly, I'm feeling so crazy
She sucking my dick, she thought it was gravy
Calling me Hov, they thinking I'm JAY-Z
Look at yo' drip, I think it's fugazi
I got a stick, I think it's a blick
Rocking the Raf, this is not Rick
Your girl be a fan, I gave her the tip
Lean in my cup, I just took a sip
Yes, I love sluts. I'm thinking I'm slick
Came from the mud, now I put it in my cup
What's on my neck cost 'bout a dub
Take off yo' shoes, don't step on my rug
Used to be good, now I'm off of these drugs
She saying I'm mean, I give her a shrug
Her best friend behind me, she giving me hugs
Serving her white, she calling me plug
Feeling like Uzi, you know that it's "Up"
Looking at me, I can tell she wan' fuck

Looking at me
Yea that bitch cannot stop looking at me
Text game be strong, but that sex game be weak
To keep it a buck, I been jammin' on freaks
She be elite
Sticking that V on the back and the front
Bitch, I'm leaving that Vlone
I feel like Thugger when I'm in my heat zone
I'm hot
My brudda just passed me the rock
I might as well catch me a body
I'm dunking on all of my opps
Now you looking stupid, no props
I called up Lace, "Go resume with the mops"
I say, my brodie Knuckles, got loose with the Locs
Then we got Kham out of Broadline
Oh, he gon' come through with that chop'
Turn your reality to a fatality
When it get LUSYD around with the rock
Off of the mic, double the beam
I do not write, bitch I style it for free
That mean I'm off of the dome
Straight to the heart like I came with the chrome