Lil Yachty, Tee Grizzley - From The D to the A lyrics

Helluva made this beat, baby

Off top, run a nigga out his socks
Niggas talk more than bitches
Niggas really be on cock though (Pussy)
Just fucked a ho out in France
Paint her face like Picasso
I iced out my vatos, I'm really up (yeah)
Big ass Bimmer, big Benz, and my Bentley next
(Skrrt) don't play around on my phone, ho
Give me sex
Watch on my wrist out of date, but it's Rolex
Grizzley up next, I'm up now
Strap your bullet vest

Five hundred fifties, six hundred hundreds
Seven hundreds twenties
Let's get straight to it
Eight hundred tens, what's that, eight bands?
Hit the store and get some rubber bands
Let's get straight to it
Everybody come together
Everybody got the plan
He came with you, so if he
Steal, it fall on you, we on your ass
Have your mans call his mans
Make sure they ain't movin' fast
Soon as they touch Atlanta, get
With Boat, secure the bag, nigga

Uh, oh, a bag secured, that's on my mama, bro
Asian lil' ho, she ride that dick
Yokohama flow
Made that shit double, got an Uzi
I don't scuffle
Not a banger but that banger in
My car like an airbag
Niggas only aimin' in the sky
Call those Air Mags (yeah)
All up in Neiman's, coppin' shit, like
Fuck a price tag i'm ballin'
Ain't near a rap nigga in
The game that I'm callin' (Nah)
If I need help, I'll dial it by my se-kelf

You swear your bitch faithful
She sent her location
I hit her at the trap in Decatur, she basic
(Crazy)
Chop with the laser, get decapitated (Grrah)
Can't smoke, I'm on papers, hold on
This my Jamaican (Love one)
Niggas want me dead, so I'm steady prayin'
Ain't no disrespect without retaliation
Fuck a hotel, I hit her in the basement
Text her later like, "I'm done with
You, I got a situation, baby"

Hmm, well shit, bro, let me get her then
(yeah) i'ma dog her out then switcheroo
Into the lion's den (Gang)
Nigga talkin' down
My bro got more heat than a fryin' pan
(Doo doo doo) gucci 'round my hair
Wrapped tight like I'm Taliban

Like I'm Taliban, how we drop shit (Begone)
Lot of dreadheads, lot of chopsticks (Ah)
Touch my nigga Yachty, get your top ripped
(Lil Boat, boom)
Don't ask the price if you know
You ain't tryna cop shit

You the type to look around
But never cop shit, ayy
I'm the type to buy the
Store, make them restock it, ayy
Beam on everythin' I own, I will not miss
(Doo doo doo) grizzley by my side like
A pilot ridin' cockpit (yeah, bro)

Yachty, I might stop rappin'
For this one reason (Oh, for real?)
If the Feds hear this shit
I'm doin' a hundred seasons (Hey)
In the hood, shootin' craps in my Yeezys
Put angels on you niggas who
Be playin' like y'all demons you dig?

Middle finger to them niggas
Hatin' and fakin' they plottin' on my death
I give their mothers deep penetration
This diamond choker for some reason
Give me pure ventilation
Every real nigga livin' will
Respect this collaboration (Gang gang)

We the bust down brothers
Check the Rollies out
Say you winnin' one more time
I'm pullin' trophies out
Niggas know we out, no Shaqs, all Kobes out
In other words
I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down
(Buh buh-buh-buh)

From the D to the A, put respect on it
(Bitch) if that's your ho
Why my dick got her mouth on it? (Bitch)
I'm from the south
I got diamonds in my teeth
I got fur on my fleece
My new ring could pay your lease
(Lease, nigga)

Chain on my dresser next to my indictment
When they said not guilty I was so excited
From the A to the D, bitch you heard Yachty
Wraith comin' this summer
I'ma have your bitch drivin' bitch!