
Drid TaTa (Ft. Dee Billz & Kyle Richh)
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[Intro]
If y'all wanna shoot a-, movie viral, shoutout Kaydotti, Kaydotti, my son is everywhere
Yo YP, what the fuck?
(Like, everybody shot)
Yo call Jay, call Jay
(Like, everything dead, like)
(Suck my—) Grrah
Like (Glah glah, boom bitch)
Everybody shot
[Verse 1: Tata]
He tried to run and he tripped he a dummy, ya' homie got shot and took it on a bunny (Like)
Niggas be internet demons, I catch, I'ma cut em' and pull out his stomach (Grrah grrah, boom)
Ain't no leg shots, I hit medullas
Teach em' a lesson, I back out the ruler (Grrt, bow)
Got a lightskin bitch, she a cougar (Grrah grrah)
Ain't no lackin', I stay wit' my ruler, bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)
Don't run, don't trip, everything deady nigga, suck a dick (Bitch)
Niggas be talkin' on me, Ion' care, cause my niggas alive but ya' man's in a spliff (Damn)
Brodie be buggin', he run, he get clipped (Grrah)
Thought it was sweet, I put signs in the flicks (Grrah grrah, boom)
Thinkin' he tough, on bro he a bitch (Damn)
Movin' funny, I aim at ya' lip (Damn)
He tried to run, caught a shot to the head
Ayo Wayne, I'm smokin' ya deads
When I hopped out the V, they all fled
They know my bop, Mr. Everything Dead (Everybody shot)
Like, I'm really slime for real (Everything dead)
Yeah, you could die for real, bitch
On bro, niggas never do nun', play wit' my niggas we sliding for real (Grrah grrah, boom)
They call me Bardi, I'm in Carti, wit' the legs gettin' dead of Bacardi (Damn)
And I'm with Carter nigga, it's a party, took ya' bitch and I'm not sayin' sorry
She tell me she love me, I said, "are you serious?"
Like Jenn said, "You get shot if you curious" (Bitch)
Oh you 41K? Like how? Niggas be pussy like, don't make me furious (Grrah grrah, boom)
If y'all wanna shoot a-, movie viral, shoutout Kaydotti, Kaydotti, my son is everywhere
Yo YP, what the fuck?
(Like, everybody shot)
Yo call Jay, call Jay
(Like, everything dead, like)
(Suck my—) Grrah
Like (Glah glah, boom bitch)
Everybody shot
[Verse 1: Tata]
He tried to run and he tripped he a dummy, ya' homie got shot and took it on a bunny (Like)
Niggas be internet demons, I catch, I'ma cut em' and pull out his stomach (Grrah grrah, boom)
Ain't no leg shots, I hit medullas
Teach em' a lesson, I back out the ruler (Grrt, bow)
Got a lightskin bitch, she a cougar (Grrah grrah)
Ain't no lackin', I stay wit' my ruler, bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)
Don't run, don't trip, everything deady nigga, suck a dick (Bitch)
Niggas be talkin' on me, Ion' care, cause my niggas alive but ya' man's in a spliff (Damn)
Brodie be buggin', he run, he get clipped (Grrah)
Thought it was sweet, I put signs in the flicks (Grrah grrah, boom)
Thinkin' he tough, on bro he a bitch (Damn)
Movin' funny, I aim at ya' lip (Damn)
He tried to run, caught a shot to the head
Ayo Wayne, I'm smokin' ya deads
When I hopped out the V, they all fled
They know my bop, Mr. Everything Dead (Everybody shot)
Like, I'm really slime for real (Everything dead)
Yeah, you could die for real, bitch
On bro, niggas never do nun', play wit' my niggas we sliding for real (Grrah grrah, boom)
They call me Bardi, I'm in Carti, wit' the legs gettin' dead of Bacardi (Damn)
And I'm with Carter nigga, it's a party, took ya' bitch and I'm not sayin' sorry
She tell me she love me, I said, "are you serious?"
Like Jenn said, "You get shot if you curious" (Bitch)
Oh you 41K? Like how? Niggas be pussy like, don't make me furious (Grrah grrah, boom)
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