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b.t.a. - trapboydre10k & lil zay lyrics

[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 lyrics

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