Tata, Kyle Richh - Damn lyrics

(Damn Lil' FckBwoy! Man
You know that I be killin' shit)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, like grrah-grrah, boom

All this Prada, they tell me they proud of me
Gettin' money like I won the lottery
Shorty a baddie, she doin' it sloppily
I'm tryna go up, but they foulin' me
(Like what?)
And they know how I rock, no milly
Bad bitch put the knock at her titty
Niggas be talkin' on me, I don't care
If I'm runnin' at niggas
I'm givin them fifty (Grrah-grrah, boom)
She a baddie, I'm callin' her baby
We can rump, you cannot be my lady
I gotta watch these niggas, they move shady
I swear I'm totin Jackie, bro tell em KD
Got a bad lil' bitch, her name Katie
She knew her friend and they
Both tell 'em Stacy
She like, ''Tata get up, you so lazy''
Dummy got boomed tryna chase me

Grrah hunnid bands can't change me
Too real, see through the envy
She a virgin, hittin' it gently
She want the Louis Vuitton or the Fendi
Big gun, hit him right through the temple
Gumbo, smokin' them deadly
Still on your strip put a hole in a rental
Heartless give a fuck what the friend do
(What the friend do) damn, bands can't fit
Fuck the skinny jeans, I got a slim
Of the doosie, she do what you think
Like she a baddie, she look good in pink
She a demon, she totin' the weapon
Twin spin through and I'm lettin' of seven
(Like damn) 19 gonna send 'em to Heaven
Now you a thot
Why you fuckin' your best friend?

I’m with bro, told her slide with her bestie
In a telly 'bout to make a movie
And if I'm a option, don't choose me
I gotta watch these bitches, they be groupies
She said I'm a dog, Scooby
She want Fendi, Prada, Louis
Amiri denim, never wearin' truey
And that bitch a thot, on bro
She can't fool me
Off that foomy, got me laced
Movin' funny, get shot in your face
Shoot at his feet, make him pick up the pace
Everything deady, nobody not safe
(Grrah, grrah) gumbo, smoke 'em to the face
She told me she love me, I told her she laced
Back up bitch, gimme my space
Opps at the function, we shoot up the place

Drench him, leave no trace
Bitch I be buggin', don't know how to chill
I be lost, so I don't know how to feel
You not my bitch, I'm just keepin' it real
Lil' thottie, she jackin' the 4
She off the paddie, she tryna perform
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)
She a baddie, she bounce on the floor
Like, opp thot, send 'em out to the door
(Opp thot) come here, I wanna talk
Look in my eye, see the pain in my soul
(Like damn) hate done grow so old
I cannot die, this world so cold
I don't know what she do for me
If she postin' for me
You not gon' shoot for me
Why are you wastin' my time?
Real G's move in silence like a sign, damn

Why are you wastin' my time?
Bitch, you a thot, stop callin' my line
Damn bro throw shots at his mind
I got a baddie, you might just get lined

Damn dissin' the gang, get slimed
Gun jam up, he get beat with the 9
Tata my brother, I love him to death
She a thot, let me nut on her chest
Pop a 30, take me through the stress
Dissed by the gang, but I play it like chess
Damn

She a thot, she gon' blow like a ref
Got your baddie, she givin' me neck
Movin' funny, get hit in your neck
Call up preme, you get shot in your chest
You love me, I love you
Off a yerk, I don't know what to do
Grrah, grrah, like bro said
I do not regret all the shots that I threw
Damn

Everybody shot, everything dead, bitch
Grrah, 41 41 shots to the head
Grrah, like damn grrah, grrah, grrah
KR
EK got seven vids with the same fuckin' coat
What the fuck?
Oh shit, he just dropped some new shit
Make it eight