SHOCK! Jenn Carter & Tata
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[Intro]
(Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
Glah, he wanna taser, he left me in shock (damn)
Like why wouldn't you tote on a knock
If that bitch on my dick, then she settin' a drop (Glah, glah, boom)
So you better be cautious of thots (thots, damn)
I cannot come if she want me to see her
You tried to diss, he got sent to the reaper (Reaper, what?)
Like a slender, the way that I creep up (Creep up)
She ain't no rapper then she gettin- (Glah, glah, boom)
[Verse 2: TaTa]
EBK 41, they goin' follow the leader (bitch)
Hoodie on, and creep up like a reaper
Hе tried to play and got popped with no metеr (bitch)
Bullets hit him, give that boy a seizure
Ima call him shifty with the rock
Dummy boy thinkin' we 'bout to box (damn)
Like why wouldn't you tote on the knocks
And my bitch is a baddie, she settin' the drop, bitch
[Verse 3: Jenn Carter]
All on my dick, boy was runnin' like Hillary (Glah, glah)
Opp in the sky like the Statue of Liberty (glah-glah, boom)
I can't run with this heavy artillery
It's a new boy tryna diss, is you shittin' me?
I come pull up and clean the vicinity (glah-glah, boom)
[?] don't make the bullets deliveries (bullets deliveries, like)
Oh, he thought he was lit on the gram (Glah-glah)
Homie do not forget I'm a foolish like [?] (Baow)
(Mmm, nah, turn that up, Young Madz)
[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
Glah, he wanna taser, he left me in shock (damn)
Like why wouldn't you tote on a knock
If that bitch on my dick, then she settin' a drop (Glah, glah, boom)
So you better be cautious of thots (thots, damn)
I cannot come if she want me to see her
You tried to diss, he got sent to the reaper (Reaper, what?)
Like a slender, the way that I creep up (Creep up)
She ain't no rapper then she gettin- (Glah, glah, boom)
[Verse 2: TaTa]
EBK 41, they goin' follow the leader (bitch)
Hoodie on, and creep up like a reaper
Hе tried to play and got popped with no metеr (bitch)
Bullets hit him, give that boy a seizure
Ima call him shifty with the rock
Dummy boy thinkin' we 'bout to box (damn)
Like why wouldn't you tote on the knocks
And my bitch is a baddie, she settin' the drop, bitch
[Verse 3: Jenn Carter]
All on my dick, boy was runnin' like Hillary (Glah, glah)
Opp in the sky like the Statue of Liberty (glah-glah, boom)
I can't run with this heavy artillery
It's a new boy tryna diss, is you shittin' me?
I come pull up and clean the vicinity (glah-glah, boom)
[?] don't make the bullets deliveries (bullets deliveries, like)
Oh, he thought he was lit on the gram (Glah-glah)
Homie do not forget I'm a foolish like [?] (Baow)
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