Grah Tah Tah Lyrics by Tory Lanez ft. Kodak Black

[Intro: Tory Lanez]
Yeah
Lil' itty-bitty bitch, haha
Yeah, nigga
And suck my dick, nigga, ayy
(FOREVEROLLING)

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
I know y'all hoes want me in jail
But I'ma stunt 'cause I'm a baller
I damn near gave my heart to that bitch
Still don't make time to call her
I stopped beefin' with the opps
Grah-tah, grah-tah-tah
I'm all off in lil' mama ear tryna make her
Give me that box, ha
Thought she was committed
But she was fuckin' off of my partners
She reached back put them paws all on my balls
And I ain't gon' stop her
Ho, I know when you top it off
You finna swallow-allow-allow
I come outside lookin' better than a bad bitch
A bad bitch probably can't even holler
Ayy, I hahaha-hide your bitch to the bank
Nah, bitch, I done hahaha-hide your bitch to the bank
I'm the typе to take a nigga whole bitch
And I don't give a fuck what hе say
I'm the type to disrespect a nigga whole set
Give a fuck what he bang
I know that y'all bitches want me in jail
But I'm gon' keep stuntin'
All this pavé in my diamonds sick, call me 3 Shyne
Back in school, them teachers called me fool
Said I wouldn't be nothin'
I know that it hurt they soul
Whenever they see me stuntin'
Came back to my high school in Lambos and Jag's (Jag's)
Bitch, you was in class
I was out there chasin' bags
She done broke my heart
But she can't do that shit again (Uh-uh)
Bitch, I'm in my trap, boomin' like 2010

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I still feel like I'm OJ da Juiceman
I make the trap ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work
From 'round the way
You don't like my price?
Well, look I don't know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' twenty-five
Ayy, bitch, you know I feel like
OJ da Juiceman, I make the trap ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work
From 'round the way
You don't like my price?
Well, look I don't know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' twenty-five
Ayy, bitch, you know I feel like

[Verse 2: Kodak Black]
Yeah, bitch, I feel like Yak
In this splat with a big old MAC, yeah
And the attire all back, yeah
I'm lil' Sniper, that's facts, yeah
Until they let me off papers
I'ma just pay to get you wacked
It ain't nothing to get you Peter Row'd
Got Petho flippin' sacks
I could always go back to the trap
I ever get tired of the rap
They know I hit that slab and
I cook vitamins in the crack, yeah
And I'm poppin' fraud
Look like Mariah in the lap
Look like Dexter with this desktop
How I just got me a jag, uh
I was on the mollies on a private jet
Just playin', uh
Baking soda, Pyrex, hit the projects
When I land, uh
I like Glocks, FNs, yah
I like pots and pans, yah
The dope gon' come back ten, uh
Baby girl, hold my hand, uh
I know you niggas feelin' like
You safe with me in prison, ain't it
But three bodies dropped behind the fence
And still be killin', ain't it
Yeah, six bodies dropped and I caught me
One on my own mission, ain't it
Yeah, I shot a few opps, I popped a few tops
But I ain't finished, ain't it
Pew, bam, bam bam, bam, bam bam bam, bam, uh
Dope sold, money fold, I'm on a scroll
Ain't doing no deals, uh
Glock cock back, no safety
I caught lots of cases (Uh)
Pullin' up, drop top Wraith's

[Chorus: Tory Lanez]
I still feel like I'm OJ da Juiceman
I make the trap ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work
From 'round the way
You don't like my price?
Well, look I don't know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' twenty-five, ayy
Bitch, you know I feel like
OJ da Juiceman, I make the trap ayy
This here for my trappers sellin' work
From 'round the way
You don't like my price?
Well, look I don't know what to say, uh
Trap house boomin' twenty-five, ayy
Bitch, you know I feel like