[{"id":34968963,"name":"Drid","trackName":"Drid","artistName":"TaTa","albumName":"Drid","duration":168.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all wanna shoot a-, every\nViral, shoutout Kaydotti, Kaydotti\nMy son is everywhere yo , what the fuck?\n(Like, everybody shot) yo call Jay, call Jay\n(Like, everything dead) (Suck my) Grrah\nLike (Glah glah, boom bitch) everybody shot\nHe tried to run and he tripped he a dummy\nYa' homie got shot and took it on a bummy\n(Like) niggas be internet demons, I catch\nI'ma cut em' and pull out his stomach\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nAin't no leg shots, I hit medulas\nTeach em' a lesson, I back out the ruler\n(Grrt, bow)\nGot a lightskin bitch, she a cougar\n(Grrah grrah)\nAin't no lackin', I stay wit' my Rooga\nBitch (Grrah grrah, boom)\nDon't run, don't trip\nEverything deady nigga, suck a dick\n(Bitch)\nNiggas be talkin' on me, Ion' care\nCause my niggas in line put\nYa' man's in a spliff (Damn)\nBrodie be buggin', he run, he get clipped\n(Grrah) thought it was sweet\nI put signs in the flicks\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nGotta move tact', on bro he a bitch (Damn)\nMovin' funny, I aim at ya' lip (Damn)\nHe tried to run, caught a shot to the head\nAyo Wayne, I'm smokin' ya deads\nWhen I hopped out the V, they all fled\nThey know my bop, Mr everything Dead\n(Everybody shot)\nLike, I'm in the slime for real\n(Everything dead)\nNiggas they die for real (Bitch)\nSo bum, niggas never do nun'\nPlay wit' my niggas we sliding for real\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nThey call me Bardi, I'm in Carti\nWit' the legs gettin' dead of Bacardi\n(Damn)\nWhen I'm wit Carter nigga, it's a party\nFuck ya' bitch and I'm not sayin' sorry\nShe tell me she love me, I said\n\"are you serious?\" like Jay said\n\"You get shot if you curious\" (Bitch)\nOh you 41K? Like how? Niggas be pussy like\nDon't make me furious (Grrah grrah, boom)\nI'm fast, fill em' wit' ligaments\nHow you 41K? Like what? You not a ooter\nDon't shoot on our drill wit' us\nD don't run bitch, dump that gun\n(Grrah grrah grrah)\nOnce we slide, ran on foot\n(Like what? like what?)\nLi-like what? Put the dick in her throat\n(Grrah grrah grrah)\nSh-she a baddie, she cuffin' the chrome\n(Grrah)\nHe-he try to run, put a shot to the dome\n(Gang gang gang)\nShe a thot, gun in her butt (Glah)\nDead off the Migos she fiendin' to rump\nDotti got slapped and got put in a blunt\nAnd free all my brothers\nAin't see them for months\n(Grrah grrah grrah)\nI'ma G bitch, I swear that I'm clutch\n(Grrah) what? Who that? New opp in the runt\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nSpot em', we got em, we turn em' to runtz\nWhat? Run down, he get turned into dust\nLi-like what? Clap that shit\nUp when I black, don't run don't trip\nLike what? Shots way too clutch, can't miss\nI got a knock wit' a beam on this bitch\nWhat? Ass fat, shit got a bounce\nI'm on this shit that\nY'all cannot pronounce\nLike, she a thot, she be breakin' it down\nRun down, put the beam on his crown\nD don't run, d don't trip, like\nGot the knock on my hip\nIf he run up then I'm flockin' this\nShit, like, pop it, lock it\nDroppin' this bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)\nStrech you (Like what?)\nAnd my ooter, I send em' to send you\n(Grrah grrah grrah)\nHe run up, get erased wit' this pencil\n(Damn)\nAnd it's still free the guys out the pen too\n(Gang gang gang)\nHow you see me and I ain't see you?\n(Like what? like what?)\nWanted to ask? Boy you shoulda threw\n(Nigga you dumb)\nThat was me, I woulda' sent a few\nLike, Ball like Hamidou (Gang gang)\nBro might up it, he clearin' the party\n(On bro)\nAnd she mean but you know she a Barbie\n(Gang gang)\nI might hit it then dip, girl I'm sorry\n(Like what? like what?)\nI might park her, not talkin'\n(Like what? like damn)\nI get heavy, she feelin' it still\n(Grrah grrah)\nBro a zombie, he dead off the pills\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nToss the heat, I might give em the chills\nShe recordin', I tell her to chill\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nI'm like Brady, throwin' in the field\n(Damn)\nHe tried to run, caught a shot to the back\n(Damn, damn) and his dad is up in this pack\n(Grrah grrah grrah)\nLove my body, I could never lack\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nOn her body-ody, throw it back, like\nShawty be the strap (Bitch)\nOotin' through the coat\nShorty up it through the fuckin' mat\nSpin through, bend through in a U haul, like\nGlocky-ocky too strong, like\nHit it wit' my shoes on, like\nGrrah grrah grrah, like\nEverything dead, bitch\nDamn, 41 shots to the head\nEverybody shot, everything dead 41, 41-41","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drid\n  artist: TaTa\n  album: Drid\n  duration_ms: 168000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Y'all wanna shoot a-, every\n  Viral, shoutout Kaydotti, Kaydotti\n  My son is everywhere yo , what the fuck?\n  (Like, everybody shot) yo call Jay, call Jay\n  (Like, everything dead) (Suck my) Grrah\n  Like (Glah glah, boom bitch) everybody shot\n  He tried to run and he tripped he a dummy\n  Ya' homie got shot and took it on a bummy\n  (Like) niggas be internet demons, I catch\n  I'ma cut em' and pull out his stomach\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Ain't no leg shots, I hit medulas\n  Teach em' a lesson, I back out the ruler\n  (Grrt, bow)\n  Got a lightskin bitch, she a cougar\n  (Grrah grrah)\n  Ain't no lackin', I stay wit' my Rooga\n  Bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Don't run, don't trip\n  Everything deady nigga, suck a dick\n  (Bitch)\n  Niggas be talkin' on me, Ion' care\n  Cause my niggas in line put\n  Ya' man's in a spliff (Damn)\n  Brodie be buggin', he run, he get clipped\n  (Grrah) thought it was sweet\n  I put signs in the flicks\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Gotta move tact', on bro he a bitch (Damn)\n  Movin' funny, I aim at ya' lip (Damn)\n  He tried to run, caught a shot to the head\n  Ayo Wayne, I'm smokin' ya deads\n  When I hopped out the V, they all fled\n  They know my bop, Mr everything Dead\n  (Everybody shot)\n  Like, I'm in the slime for real\n  (Everything dead)\n  Niggas they die for real (Bitch)\n  So bum, niggas never do nun'\n  Play wit' my niggas we sliding for real\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  They call me Bardi, I'm in Carti\n  Wit' the legs gettin' dead of Bacardi\n  (Damn)\n  When I'm wit Carter nigga, it's a party\n  Fuck ya' bitch and I'm not sayin' sorry\n  She tell me she love me, I said\n  \"are you serious?\" like Jay said\n  \"You get shot if you curious\" (Bitch)\n  Oh you 41K? Like how? Niggas be pussy like\n  Don't make me furious (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  I'm fast, fill em' wit' ligaments\n  How you 41K? Like what? You not a ooter\n  Don't shoot on our drill wit' us\n  D don't run bitch, dump that gun\n  (Grrah grrah grrah)\n  Once we slide, ran on foot\n  (Like what? like what?)\n  Li-like what? Put the dick in her throat\n  (Grrah grrah grrah)\n  Sh-she a baddie, she cuffin' the chrome\n  (Grrah)\n  He-he try to run, put a shot to the dome\n  (Gang gang gang)\n  She a thot, gun in her butt (Glah)\n  Dead off the Migos she fiendin' to rump\n  Dotti got slapped and got put in a blunt\n  And free all my brothers\n  Ain't see them for months\n  (Grrah grrah grrah)\n  I'ma G bitch, I swear that I'm clutch\n  (Grrah) what? Who that? New opp in the runt\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Spot em', we got em, we turn em' to runtz\n  What? Run down, he get turned into dust\n  Li-like what? Clap that shit\n  Up when I black, don't run don't trip\n  Like what? Shots way too clutch, can't miss\n  I got a knock wit' a beam on this bitch\n  What? Ass fat, shit got a bounce\n  I'm on this shit that\n  Y'all cannot pronounce\n  Like, she a thot, she be breakin' it down\n  Run down, put the beam on his crown\n  D don't run, d don't trip, like\n  Got the knock on my hip\n  If he run up then I'm flockin' this\n  Shit, like, pop it, lock it\n  Droppin' this bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Strech you (Like what?)\n  And my ooter, I send em' to send you\n  (Grrah grrah grrah)\n  He run up, get erased wit' this pencil\n  (Damn)\n  And it's still free the guys out the pen too\n  (Gang gang gang)\n  How you see me and I ain't see you?\n  (Like what? like what?)\n  Wanted to ask? Boy you shoulda threw\n  (Nigga you dumb)\n  That was me, I woulda' sent a few\n  Like, Ball like Hamidou (Gang gang)\n  Bro might up it, he clearin' the party\n  (On bro)\n  And she mean but you know she a Barbie\n  (Gang gang)\n  I might hit it then dip, girl I'm sorry\n  (Like what? like what?)\n  I might park her, not talkin'\n  (Like what? like damn)\n  I get heavy, she feelin' it still\n  (Grrah grrah)\n  Bro a zombie, he dead off the pills\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Toss the heat, I might give em the chills\n  She recordin', I tell her to chill\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  I'm like Brady, throwin' in the field\n  (Damn)\n  He tried to run, caught a shot to the back\n  (Damn, damn) and his dad is up in this pack\n  (Grrah grrah grrah)\n  Love my body, I could never lack\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  On her body-ody, throw it back, like\n  Shawty be the strap (Bitch)\n  Ootin' through the coat\n  Shorty up it through the fuckin' mat\n  Spin through, bend through in a U haul, like\n  Glocky-ocky too strong, like\n  Hit it wit' my shoes on, like\n  Grrah grrah grrah, like\n  Everything dead, bitch\n  Damn, 41 shots to the head\n  Everybody shot, everything dead 41, 41-41\n"},{"id":23303244,"name":"Drid","trackName":"Drid","artistName":"TaTa","albumName":"41 Ways","duration":167.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Y'all wanna shoot a-, every\nViral, shoutout Kaydotti, Kaydotti\nMy son is everywhere yo , what the fuck?\n(Like, everybody shot) yo call Jay, call Jay\n(Like, everything dead) (Suck my) Grrah\nLike (Glah glah, boom bitch) everybody shot\nHe tried to run and he tripped he a dummy\nYa' homie got shot and took it on a bummy\n(Like) niggas be internet demons, I catch\nI'ma cut em' and pull out his stomach\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nAin't no leg shots, I hit medulas\nTeach em' a lesson, I back out the ruler\n(Grrt, bow)\nGot a lightskin bitch, she a cougar\n(Grrah grrah)\nAin't no lackin', I stay wit' my Rooga\nBitch (Grrah grrah, boom)\nDon't run, don't trip\nEverything deady nigga, suck a dick\n(Bitch)\nNiggas be talkin' on me, Ion' care\nCause my niggas in line put\nYa' man's in a spliff (Damn)\nBrodie be buggin', he run, he get clipped\n(Grrah) thought it was sweet\nI put signs in the flicks\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nGotta move tact', on bro he a bitch (Damn)\nMovin' funny, I aim at ya' lip (Damn)\nHe tried to run, caught a shot to the head\nAyo Wayne, I'm smokin' ya deads\nWhen I hopped out the V, they all fled\nThey know my bop, Mr everything Dead\n(Everybody shot)\nLike, I'm in the slime for real\n(Everything dead)\nNiggas they die for real (Bitch)\nSo bum, niggas never do nun'\nPlay wit' my niggas we sliding for real\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nThey call me Bardi, I'm in Carti\nWit' the legs gettin' dead of Bacardi\n(Damn)\nWhen I'm wit Carter nigga, it's a party\nFuck ya' bitch and I'm not sayin' sorry\nShe tell me she love me, I said\n\"are you serious?\" like Jay said\n\"You get shot if you curious\" (Bitch)\nOh you 41K? Like how? Niggas be pussy like\nDon't make me furious (Grrah grrah, boom)\nI'm fast, fill em' wit' ligaments\nHow you 41K? Like what? You not a ooter\nDon't shoot on our drill wit' us\nD don't run bitch, dump that gun\n(Grrah grrah grrah)\nOnce we slide, ran on foot\n(Like what? like what?)\nLi-like what? Put the dick in her throat\n(Grrah grrah grrah)\nSh-she a baddie, she cuffin' the chrome\n(Grrah)\nHe-he try to run, put a shot to the dome\n(Gang gang gang)\nShe a thot, gun in her butt (Glah)\nDead off the Migos she fiendin' to rump\nDotti got slapped and got put in a blunt\nAnd free all my brothers\nAin't see them for months\n(Grrah grrah grrah)\nI'ma G bitch, I swear that I'm clutch\n(Grrah) what? Who that? New opp in the runt\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nSpot em', we got em, we turn em' to runtz\nWhat? Run down, he get turned into dust\nLi-like what? Clap that shit\nUp when I black, don't run don't trip\nLike what? Shots way too clutch, can't miss\nI got a knock wit' a beam on this bitch\nWhat? Ass fat, shit got a bounce\nI'm on this shit that\nY'all cannot pronounce\nLike, she a thot, she be breakin' it down\nRun down, put the beam on his crown\nD don't run, d don't trip, like\nGot the knock on my hip\nIf he run up then I'm flockin' this\nShit, like, pop it, lock it\nDroppin' this bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)\nStrech you (Like what?)\nAnd my ooter, I send em' to send you\n(Grrah grrah grrah)\nHe run up, get erased wit' this pencil\n(Damn)\nAnd it's still free the guys out the pen too\n(Gang gang gang)\nHow you see me and I ain't see you?\n(Like what? like what?)\nWanted to ask? Boy you shoulda threw\n(Nigga you dumb)\nThat was me, I woulda' sent a few\nLike, Ball like Hamidou (Gang gang)\nBro might up it, he clearin' the party\n(On bro)\nAnd she mean but you know she a Barbie\n(Gang gang)\nI might hit it then dip, girl I'm sorry\n(Like what? like what?)\nI might park her, not talkin'\n(Like what? like damn)\nI get heavy, she feelin' it still\n(Grrah grrah)\nBro a zombie, he dead off the pills\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nToss the heat, I might give em the chills\nShe recordin', I tell her to chill\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nI'm like Brady, throwin' in the field\n(Damn)\nHe tried to run, caught a shot to the back\n(Damn, damn) and his dad is up in this pack\n(Grrah grrah grrah)\nLove my body, I could never lack\n(Grrah grrah, boom)\nOn her body-ody, throw it back, like\nShawty be the strap (Bitch)\nOotin' through the coat\nShorty up it through the fuckin' mat\nSpin through, bend through in a U haul, like\nGlocky-ocky too strong, like\nHit it wit' my shoes on, like\nGrrah grrah grrah, like\nEverything dead, bitch\nDamn, 41 shots to the head\nEverybody shot, everything dead 41, 41-41","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drid\n  artist: TaTa\n  album: 41 Ways\n  duration_ms: 167000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Y'all wanna shoot a-, every\n  Viral, shoutout Kaydotti, Kaydotti\n  My son is everywhere yo , what the fuck?\n  (Like, everybody shot) yo call Jay, call Jay\n  (Like, everything dead) (Suck my) Grrah\n  Like (Glah glah, boom bitch) everybody shot\n  He tried to run and he tripped he a dummy\n  Ya' homie got shot and took it on a bummy\n  (Like) niggas be internet demons, I catch\n  I'ma cut em' and pull out his stomach\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Ain't no leg shots, I hit medulas\n  Teach em' a lesson, I back out the ruler\n  (Grrt, bow)\n  Got a lightskin bitch, she a cougar\n  (Grrah grrah)\n  Ain't no lackin', I stay wit' my Rooga\n  Bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Don't run, don't trip\n  Everything deady nigga, suck a dick\n  (Bitch)\n  Niggas be talkin' on me, Ion' care\n  Cause my niggas in line put\n  Ya' man's in a spliff (Damn)\n  Brodie be buggin', he run, he get clipped\n  (Grrah) thought it was sweet\n  I put signs in the flicks\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Gotta move tact', on bro he a bitch (Damn)\n  Movin' funny, I aim at ya' lip (Damn)\n  He tried to run, caught a shot to the head\n  Ayo Wayne, I'm smokin' ya deads\n  When I hopped out the V, they all fled\n  They know my bop, Mr everything Dead\n  (Everybody shot)\n  Like, I'm in the slime for real\n  (Everything dead)\n  Niggas they die for real (Bitch)\n  So bum, niggas never do nun'\n  Play wit' my niggas we sliding for real\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  They call me Bardi, I'm in Carti\n  Wit' the legs gettin' dead of Bacardi\n  (Damn)\n  When I'm wit Carter nigga, it's a party\n  Fuck ya' bitch and I'm not sayin' sorry\n  She tell me she love me, I said\n  \"are you serious?\" like Jay said\n  \"You get shot if you curious\" (Bitch)\n  Oh you 41K? Like how? Niggas be pussy like\n  Don't make me furious (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  I'm fast, fill em' wit' ligaments\n  How you 41K? Like what? You not a ooter\n  Don't shoot on our drill wit' us\n  D don't run bitch, dump that gun\n  (Grrah grrah grrah)\n  Once we slide, ran on foot\n  (Like what? like what?)\n  Li-like what? Put the dick in her throat\n  (Grrah grrah grrah)\n  Sh-she a baddie, she cuffin' the chrome\n  (Grrah)\n  He-he try to run, put a shot to the dome\n  (Gang gang gang)\n  She a thot, gun in her butt (Glah)\n  Dead off the Migos she fiendin' to rump\n  Dotti got slapped and got put in a blunt\n  And free all my brothers\n  Ain't see them for months\n  (Grrah grrah grrah)\n  I'ma G bitch, I swear that I'm clutch\n  (Grrah) what? Who that? New opp in the runt\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Spot em', we got em, we turn em' to runtz\n  What? Run down, he get turned into dust\n  Li-like what? Clap that shit\n  Up when I black, don't run don't trip\n  Like what? Shots way too clutch, can't miss\n  I got a knock wit' a beam on this bitch\n  What? Ass fat, shit got a bounce\n  I'm on this shit that\n  Y'all cannot pronounce\n  Like, she a thot, she be breakin' it down\n  Run down, put the beam on his crown\n  D don't run, d don't trip, like\n  Got the knock on my hip\n  If he run up then I'm flockin' this\n  Shit, like, pop it, lock it\n  Droppin' this bitch (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Strech you (Like what?)\n  And my ooter, I send em' to send you\n  (Grrah grrah grrah)\n  He run up, get erased wit' this pencil\n  (Damn)\n  And it's still free the guys out the pen too\n  (Gang gang gang)\n  How you see me and I ain't see you?\n  (Like what? like what?)\n  Wanted to ask? Boy you shoulda threw\n  (Nigga you dumb)\n  That was me, I woulda' sent a few\n  Like, Ball like Hamidou (Gang gang)\n  Bro might up it, he clearin' the party\n  (On bro)\n  And she mean but you know she a Barbie\n  (Gang gang)\n  I might hit it then dip, girl I'm sorry\n  (Like what? like what?)\n  I might park her, not talkin'\n  (Like what? like damn)\n  I get heavy, she feelin' it still\n  (Grrah grrah)\n  Bro a zombie, he dead off the pills\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  Toss the heat, I might give em the chills\n  She recordin', I tell her to chill\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  I'm like Brady, throwin' in the field\n  (Damn)\n  He tried to run, caught a shot to the back\n  (Damn, damn) and his dad is up in this pack\n  (Grrah grrah grrah)\n  Love my body, I could never lack\n  (Grrah grrah, boom)\n  On her body-ody, throw it back, like\n  Shawty be the strap (Bitch)\n  Ootin' through the coat\n  Shorty up it through the fuckin' mat\n  Spin through, bend through in a U haul, like\n  Glocky-ocky too strong, like\n  Hit it wit' my shoes on, like\n  Grrah grrah grrah, like\n  Everything dead, bitch\n  Damn, 41 shots to the head\n  Everybody shot, everything dead 41, 41-41\n"}]