Tit 4 A Tat

produced by : glorydamn + 1kasai_
written by : drxke
vocalists : drxke
composed by : drxke
engineered by : 1kasai_
mastered by : 1kasai_
cover by : sye
lyrics :

{Hen where are you}

{Damn, you got some glory}

I aint dumb hoe, do you think I'm playing?
I get dumb hoe, then get on a plane 
I’m swervin’ potholes drinkin’ in LA 
( drink, drink )
That hoe need $5 she gon’ swing my way realshit 
( uh huh , uh huh )
That hoe need $5 she gon’ swing my way realshit 
( uh huh , uh huh ) 
That hoe need $5 she gon’ swing my way realshit
( in my way ) 

In the trap imma jump out, balenciaga bag bitch I just left the trap house 
( uh huh )
I got bands in the back, I got bands in the couch, I got bands In my house yea
I run it up a few times, I got checks on checks
Met this new hoe, she give me neck on neck 
Only two hoes, In my Tahoe, I get in the truck say move hoe, you need to back up 
( ugahh )

I can see the world, I got Balenciaga glasses on
Went around the world and you went and cuffed a trap hoe
I make bands on bands hoe, bands on bands hoe, bands on bands hoe, bands on bands hoe
I make bands  

I got bands on bands, I got bands hoe 
Fuck a fan, fuck a fan, fuck a fan hoe 
Like Goddamn, Goddamn, why you playin’ hoe
I make bands I make bands, I’m not your man hoe
Hop on a plane, hop on a plane, I pop sum Adderall
Me and my gang, me and my gang, we popped your man hoe
Designer bands, designer bands, that’s what these M’s for
Stop playing, stop playing, stop playing hoe

Like give me face hoe, hoe bring the kids home, might say I miss her, hoe send a text hoe
I send a text hoe

( Uhh )
( Uhh )
( Uhh )

( Uhh )
( Uhh )
( Uhh )

i aint dumb ho3

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lyrics:

(oou)

I don't need designer for no swag (Woah)
Shawty left me so- (Shut the fuck up dickhead)
She might let me fuck if I say throw it back
Yeah, if you want good pack, hit my dad (What?)

(Aight, lemme lock in)
She on my body, got blick on body
We got sticks, don't trip
I want new rari, fly out to Saudi
This bitch so naugh-naugh, naugh-naugh
Ty, ty, ty ,ty, but it's ok I won't leave ya'
What I-, What I got on my leg, bitch that's Cheetah
Said I broke your heart and I'ma cheater
But you don't know, but she don't know
I been on my own, been on my own
Why you don't hit my phone, don't hit my phone? (Yeah)
But you hear my song, you hear my song

I don't need designer for no swag
Shawty left me so I get in my bag
S-Shawty left me so I get in my bag
Yeah, yeah, in the club I tell twin to get right
This hoe scissor wit' her sister, oh my
I-I-I don't gangbang, I say "Oh aii", ain't no OY
I just hit my opp, hit a stain, we gon blow by
Twin might hit ya hoe, she a star for the whole night

No, I don't bite
Know I said that I do when they push up
Only worry bout' you when I kush up
Only worry bout' you when I kush up
You's a motherfuckin' slut
2021, yeah
Thought you was the one, yeah
Lil hoe running through my funds, yeah
Ouu, know I still get under
Carribean hoe got bundah
I can't wait till' summer
Show y'all niggas sonder
I don't need desig-

I don't need designer for no swag
Shawty left me so I get in my bag
She might let me fuck if I say throw it back
Yeah, if you want good pack, hit my dad

(Slit on top bitch stop playing with us, you know what the fuck going on)

She on my body, got blick on body
We got sticks, don't trip (Eugh, eugh)
I want new rari, fly out to Saudi
This bitch so naugh-naugh, ty-ty

(If you not slit, then die)

But it's ok I won't leave ya'
What I-, What I got on my leg, bitch that's Cheetah
Said I broke your heart and I'ma cheater
But you don't know
But it's ok I won't leave ya'
But it's ok I won't leave ya'
Leave ya' (Yeah, yeah)

( #BIGSLITBITCH )

in my bag #sg

hobby (guapi)

(LYRICS🎵)
I done got lost in my mind it start hitting me different so I took the long way
Even if I got the money and bread I’m still giving you all of my time aye
Laughing that shi to the bank and she throw it at me like I’m Tom Brady
Fn on me when I sleep cause you never know who out to getcho neck 
Maybe I was next
How you talking bout im bad when you don’t text
I can take him by the field if you don’t fold
We can ricochet the plane with no led
Nigga bragging on the game and he so dead
In the penthouse came with a tote bed
Had to turn my back why you do that?
And the money coming fast spent it Montclair 
Last week came so fast more funds more money on Monday 
Put the Benz onna runway I’ll be gone by Sunday
Back in the Stu and they playing my song yeah it’s hitting a mile way
I cannot see take another hit from the blunt yeah it’s my Powerade 
You gotta plan ain’t no mistake
I’m on top of like penn-state 
You is a leader yeah be a saint
I’m trynna have it like my way
Traveling closer like inner state
Feel like you throwing my time away
Hop in the Stu any time of day

Tote Bed (Tao)

blood on me

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jeep (kade)

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Tote Bed (Tao)

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