Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Sound


Interface


Difficulty level


Accent



interface language

en

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Cookie policy   |   Support   |   FAQ
1
register / login
Lyrkit

donate

5$

Lyrkit

donate

10$

Lyrkit

donate

20$

Lyrkit

And/Or support me in social. networks:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Autumn!

Blatt!

 

Blatt!

(album: ##RETRIBUTION - 2019)


This Yung Bans and y'all better know I'm fucking with Surreal Gang
Hellworld
Eddie Gianni

Got a choppa on me, nigga, and the bitch go blatt
Bitches on my dick when I walk up in Saks
Said she wanna fuck me 'cause she know I got racks
Nigga run up wrong, I'ma blow his shit back
Walk around this bitch with a Drac and a MAC
Thirty shots in this clip and it go click-clack
Tryna book me for a show, nigga, that's a quick rack
Jugg a nigga out his shit, no, he can't get it back
Pull up in a Lex, no, this ain't no Pontiac
Niggas be cap, yeah, that's a whole act
Niggas on my dick, yeah, they piggy-back
Walk up in his trap like, nigga, give me that
Cut a nigga down like a damn Lumberjack
Had too many Xans, almost had a heart attack

Shawty wanna fuck like, baby, let's go
Pull up do a show then I'm back on the road
Shooters on my team, yeah, my niggas on go
Choppa on my side and that bitch gon' blow
Kicking shit with Summrs, yeah, you know that's bro
Can't cop a feat 'cause ya ass too broke
Number (N)ine jeans, no, these ain't cargos
Just hit a jugg on Wells Fargo
Niggas said I'm wack, he ain't going far though
Two Glocks on me, yeah, akimbo
Three pistol got an extendo
Sipping on lean like espresso
Riding with them sticks like we in Chicago
Say you getting money but just hit my [?]
Bitch, I got guap like I hit the lotto
Pull up in a Hellcat, full throttle
Sipping on Wok straight out the bottle, yeah, yeah

Got a choppa on me, nigga, and the bitch go blatt
Bitches on my dick when I walk up in Saks
Said she wanna fuck me 'cause she know I got racks
Nigga run up wrong, I'ma blow his shit back
Walk around this bitch with a Drac and a MAC
Thirty shots in this clip and it go click-clack
Tryna book me for a show, nigga, that's a quick rack
Jugg a nigga out his shit, no, he can't get it back
Pull up in a Lex, no, this ain't no Pontiac
Niggas be cap, yeah, that's a whole act
Niggas on my dick, yeah, they piggy-back
Walk up in his trap like, nigga, give me that
Cut a nigga down like a damn Lumberjack
Had too many Xans, almost had a heart attack

This Yung Bans and y'all better know I'm fucking with Surreal Gang

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?