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

From the D to the A (從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Watch on my wrist out of date but it's Rolex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