TCardi Lyrics by Jay5ive
Grrah grrah boom
(Oh my God, you’re Spvtnik!)
Grrah, grrah grrah boom
Like, bro let me go get my *** in this…
Bro why the ***…
Grrah
Why the *** is he runnin’? Like
I bring my *** when I’m ready to party
Wanna know if I’m buggin’? Like
I’m boutta flock, brodie told me TCardi (Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)
I ain’t into the cuffin’, why?
She broke my heart, now she tryna say sorry
Off the perky I’m bussin’, drive
I’m really hopin’ I don’t crash the ‘Rari
We was spinnin’ through blocks, just lettin’ it flame
And we got more guns than the Nazis
*** from the opps and she keep tryna get in my brain
I already know that she oppy
She must think she got one, on bro, she must think I’m a stain
But I’m tryna catch me a body
I was not dissin’ until they start mentioning my gang
But I’m tryna do him like shh
I’m tryna do him like Notti
Throw up his hands, he get shot tryna box me
No, I am not tryna fight Rocky
He did not know I was totin’ my Glocky
Bro, ridin’ like Rowdy and Bobby
I’m taking time for my brothers ’cause I want ’em home
I threw the beam on the catti
She let me beat on her back while I’m grabbin’ her throat
She threw the perc in the Wocky
She doin’ *** ’cause she know I’m not sippin’ Patron
She be like, “Fever, you got me”
Baby, I’m sorry, but I cannot answer my phone
Free brodie, he doin’ that bid ***
Free bro, he was standin’ on business
Niggas can’t talk ’cause they know that we did ***
I really walk up on blocks, I done hit ***
Loafin’ on blocks, we knock one off the hit list
Don’t need to beef with lil’ brodie to hit ***
Brodie in court with the scap, tryna rip ***
Brodie was Christian, like, everyday Christmas
Spin in the V, then my bro tryna flip ***
Nine .223s when we ready to spliff ***
Smoke ‘Dot, he in my system
Somebody go pick his neck off the benches
Like, I put the *** to his head, his medulla
*** acting like kids, think I need me a cougar
Brodie never did bad, I don’t question my shooter
I got niggas who shh, but I called me a ‘ooter
*** thought we was 12 when he jumped off the scooter
*** scared of my ***, this *** look like a ruler
We invade every block, niggas call us intruders
*** think that I’m lacking, I’m totin’ my-
Like, bro I can’t put the broom up
If he with his ***, Sdot said to move her
D’s on my ***, I know how to maneuver
Got so much ice, think I’m Gaby the Jeweler
Bro I can’t put the broom up
If he with his ***, Sdot said to move her
D’s on my ***, I know how to maneuver
Got so much ice, think I’m Gaby the Jeweler
Why the *** is he runnin’? Like
I bring my *** when I’m ready to party
Wanna know if I’m buggin’? Like
I’m boutta flock, brodie told me TCardi (Rackz, Rackz, Rackz)
I ain’t into the cuffin’, why?
She broke my heart, now she tryna say sorry
Off the perky I’m bussin’, drive
I’m really hopin’ I don’t crash the ‘Rari