From The D To The A (feat. Lil Yachty) (Explicit)

From the D to the A (从D到A) (Explicit) - Tee Grizzley/Lil Yachty
Off top run a n**ga out his socks
N**gas talk more than b**ches
N**gas really be on cock though
Just f**ked a ho out in France
Paint her face like Picasso
I iced out my vatos I'm really up
Big a** Bimmer big Benz and my Bentley next
Don't play around on my phone ho gimme sex
Watch on my wrist out of date but it's Rolex
Grizzley up next I'm up now
Strap your bullet vest
550 600 hundreds
700 20's let's get straight to it
800 10's what's that 8 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 he on your a**
Have your mans call his mans make sure they ain't movin' fast
Soon as they touch Atlanta get with Boat
Secure the bag n**ga
Oh that bag secure that's on my mama bro
Asian lil' ho she ride that dick Yokohama flow
Made that sh*t double got an Uzi I don't scuffle
Not a banger but that banger in my car like an airbag
N**gas only aimin' in the sky call those Air Mags
All up in Neiman's coppin' sh*t
Like f**k a price tag
I'm ballin' ain't near
A rap n**ga in the game that I'm callin'
If I need help I'll dial it by my secelf
You swear your b**ch faithful she sent her location
I hit her at the trap in Decatur she basic
Chop with the laser get decapitated
Can't smoke I'm on papers hold on this my Jamaican love one
N**gas want me dead so I'm steady prayin'
Ain't no disrespect without retaliation
F**k a hotel I hit her in the basement
Text her later like I'm done with you
I got a situation baby
Well sh*t bro let me get her then
I'ma dog her out then switcheroo into the lion's den
N**ga talkin' down my bro got more heat than a fryin' pan
Gucci 'round my hair wrapped tight like I'm Taliban
Like I'm Taliban how we drop sh*t go
Lot of dreadheads lot of chopsticks
Touch my n**ga Yachty get your top ripped
Don't ask the price if you know
You ain't tryna cop sh*t
You the type to look around but never cop sh*t
Ayy I'm the type
To buy the store make 'em restock it ayy
Beam on everything I own I will not miss
Grizzley by my side like
A pilot ridin' cockpit
Yachty I might stop rappin' for this one reason
If the FED's hear this sh*t I'm doin' a hundred seasons
In the hood shootin' craps in my Yeezys
Put angels on you n**gas
Who be playin' like y'all demons you dig
Middle finger to them n**gas hatin' and fakin'
They plottin' on my death I give their mothers deep penetration
Diamond choker for some reason give me pure ventilation
Every real n**ga livin' will respect this collaboration
We the bust down brothers check the Rollies out
Say you winnin' one more time
I'm pullin' trophies out
N**gas know we out no Shaqs or Kobes out
In other words I'm with all shooters that'll blow you down
From the D to the A put respect on it
If that's your ho why my dick got her mouth on it
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 n**ga
Chain on my dresser next to my indictment
When they said not guilty I was so excited
From the A to the D b**ch you heard Yachty
Wraith comin' this summer
I'ma have your b**ch drivin'
B**ch b**ch b**ch