Bla Bla Lil Tjay (Ft. Fivio Foreign)

[Intro: Lil Tjay]
(Blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah) Brr, boom
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)

[Chorus: Lil Tjay]
All I hear is (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)

[Verse 1: Lil Tjay]
When I got shot, nigga, what did you do?
Instead of point fingers, like "You, you, or you"
Niggas be talkin' like they with the shits
Told me you got a grip, nigga, why you ain't threw?
I was confusin' myself, tryna think niggas tough
But deep down, I already knew
Shoot by my dolie, portfolio cool
When I catch you, I'm puttin' a hole in your— (Boom, boom, boom)
We gon' keep spinnin', no takin' a break
I'ma keep winnin' and makin' this cake (Ooh, oh)
God left me here for a reason, no takin' His faith
I feel guilty for takin' his—
Chance that I'm goin', it ain't no debate
Next time, I promise I'm makin' an eighth
Five-hundred K if you catch him right now
Truly, don't really care if I'm makin' a case (Hol' on)
We ain't never take buddies, you got mе confused with someone I'm not (Grr, boom)
Now you rеalized shit litty
Stop the callin' my phone, talkin' hot
I don't know nothin' 'bout nobody murderin'
And I don't know nothin' 'bout nobody shot
They don't know nothin' 'bout cases we beat
But they stay tryna tell me it's over for Flock