Damn TaTa (Ft. Kyle Richh)

[Intro: Tata]
(Damn Lil' FckBwoy! Man, you know that I be killin' shit)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, like
Grrah-grrah, boom

[Verse 1: Tata & Kyle Richh]
All this Prada, they tell me they proud of me( Like, what?)
Gettin' money like I won the lottery (On bro)
Shorty a baddie, she doin' it sloppily (Damn)
I'm tryna go up, but they foulin' me (Like, what?)
And they know how I rock, no milly (Bitch)
Bad bitch put the knock at her titty (Damn)
Niggas be talkin' on me, I don't care
If I'm runnin' at niggas (Grrah), I'm givin them fifty (Grrah-grrah, boom)
She a baddie, I'm callin' her baby (Damn)
We can rump, you cannot be my lady
I gotta watch these niggas, they move shady
I swear I'm totin Jackie (Rrah-rrah), and bro totin' Katid (Rrah-rrah)
Got a bad lil' bitch, her name Katie (Like, what?)
She wit' her friend and they both totin' Stacy
She like, ''Tata get up, you so lazy''
Dummy got boomed, tryna chase me, grrah

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Hunnid bands can't change me (Grrah)
Too real, see through the envy (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
She a virgin, hittin' it gently
She want the Louis Vuitton or the Fendi (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Big gun, hit him right through the temple (Like, damn)
Gumbo, smokin' them dead dudes
Stood on your strip, put a hole in a rental (Grrah)
Heartless, give a fuck what her friend do (What her friend do)
Damn, bands can't fit (Like, damn)
Fuck the skinny jeans, I got a slim (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Of the deuce', she do what you think (Think)
Like, she a baddie, she look good in pink (Grrah-grrah, boom)
She a demon, she totin' a weapon
Trace ran through and I'm lettin' off seven (Like, damn)
.19 gonna send 'em to Heaven (Glah)
Now you a thot, why you fuckin' ya' best friend? (Glah-glah-glah)