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trapboydre10k & lil zay - b.t.a. كلمات أغنية

[intro: trapboydre10k]
ayy, lil zay, what we on, man?
know what i’m sayin’, ato 5l, n_gga, on my mama, n_gga, on 10, n_gga

[verse 1: trapboydre10k]
i can’t see these drugs, it f_ck me up, it got my mind gone (my mind gone)
i’m high as f_ck, in a different time zone, finna make like five songs (like five songs)
don’t give no f_ck, we smoked your brother, you ain’t slide, you dead wrong (don’t give no, bah)
that n_gga spoke up on my brother, he got left with a headstone (boom, boom, boom, boom)
’cause i’ma step for my lil’ bro with these two feet, i stand on it (i stand on it)
and cut your motherf_ckin’ lights out like a f_ckin’ dead phone (like a dead phone)
i think the feds know what i be on, i’m tryna lay low (lay low)
just hit my vato ’bout thеm pesos, told him bring my queso (my queso)
all this smokе that i’m inhalin’, too much dead n_ggas up in heaven
how the f_ck you say you slime? when lil’ bro died, you did no steppin’
and i can’t slide with none of these n_ggas, when sh_t hit the fan, these n_ggas start tellin’ (start tellin’)
he only a k!ller on reddit, i’m poppin’ these percs, n_ggas know i ain’t sellin’ (poppin’, yeah)
ayy, lil’ n_gga dead, he got hit in the head, i ain’t takin’ it back if i said it (boom, boom, boom, boom)
n_gga need him a pack, i’ma mail it
uh, don’t gotta meet up, just zelle it, n_gga (just zelle it)
f_ck it, we callin’ you moissanite man, that sh_t you be wearin’ pathetic, my n_gga (mhm)
you diss on my name, then i’m catchin’ a brain (mhm), go put your ass up with the rest of them n_ggas

[verse 2: lil zay]
new opp get put in a blender
smokin’ these dead_ass n_ggas, ain’t doin’ no talkin’, we tryna turn ’em to runtz (turn ’em to runtz)
i just put a switch on the chop, n_gga, we caught ’em
put belt to ass for stuntin’, ain’t have to drop no bag or nothin’ (no bag or nothin’)
n_gga, we put belt to ass for months
n_gga, when i slide, i never run (never run)
i just made a new fifty, spent this sh_t all on a pendant (woah, woah), i’ma get it as long as they print it
ain’t havin’ no pressure with money (yup), i steady keep thumbin’, ain’t trickin’ on none of these b_tches (on none of these b_tches)
i’d rather spend this sh_t on tris (on tris)
they like, “zay, why you ain’t rappin’?” told ’em, “get up off my d_ck” (get up off my d_ck)
i just be stackin’ m’s, i think it’s time to pop my sh_t (i think it’s time to pop my sh_t, n_gga)
and i just upgraded my diamonds, n_gga, these like my field kicks (this like my field kicks)
n_gga, my kicks cost your rent (yup)
and i’m probably with your b_tch (yup)
you know she suckin’ d_ck (she suckin’ d_ck)
i told the b_tch, “swallow, don’t spit” (don’t spit, ugh)
[verse 3: trapboydre10k & lil zay]
the way she throwin’ ass on me (come here), like my chop, it got some kick
i got h_lla bags on me, police catch me, then that’s it (and that’s it)
in the stu’, i’m leanin’ over, pourin’ fours up like i’m sick (i’m pourin’ fours)
that boy got hit all in his sh_t, his dumb ass thinkin’ with his d_ck (dumb ass)
hit the gas, i’m tryna crash, let me out, watch me blast (bah, bah, bah)
don’t give no f_ck, he get no pass, until he die, i’m on his ass (i’m on his ass)
that n_gga ass need him a perc’ to spaz
don’t f_ck and leave her, you the type n_gga to give her a birkin bag, n_gga (haha)
i can pull out a hunnid right now, uh, i don’t needa touch the stash
that boy a b_tch, he ain’t on sh_t, he got my lo’ and still ain’t spin (that boy a b_tch)
caught my opp and shot his friend, i bet they won’t say sh_t again (ayy, come here again)
feel like 50, had to up my fifty (boom, boom, boom, boom), shot like many men
four different glocks, they different gens, gon’ hit that b_tch that spoke on 10 (mmm)

[verse 4: lil zay]
all my young n_ggas, they on bullsh_t (on bullsh_t), they might just k!ll a fed
so, n_gga, watch how you approach me (yup) or your ass might end up dead (might end up dead)
all we know is murder, f_ck ’round, cut off a n_gga head (cut off a n_gga head, n_gga)
blood, sweat and tears behind this sh_t, that’s what i shed, n_gga (yeah)

[outro: lil zay]
yeah, blood, sweat and tears, that’s what i shed (what i shed, n_gga)
he got shot up in his sh_t, made it happen (made it happen)
yup, n_gga, all i see is red, n_gga (all i see is red, n_gga)
pass me a lighter ’cause i’m still smokin’ some dead n_ggas

- trapboydre10k lil zay

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