Dj Blyatman — Bacha

Ha-ha
DJ Blyatman
Got no views, but
I got
THE view
Of mountains, hills, and icy peaks da
Tatras behind me, the wind whistles
My pants are so tight, they're squeezing my b*lls
Ha-ha-ha
No filters, just the stink of manure
I rap like a king, b*tches fear me
Sitting on tractor, on speakers my beat
I milk a cow, then drop a f*****g hit
Milk a sheep, chop down the forest
Bacha coming, no more stress
Hardbass life, zhinchica, matcha
From the hill comes, OG Bacha
Bacha rolling, bacha walking
Bacha, bacha, bacha, bacha
Bacha rolling, bacha walking
Bacha, bacha, bacha, bacha ay
I don't post stories, I don't get likes
Mud on my boots, f*** your nikes
No drip, just morning milk, I make cheese no
Gucci, no
Palace, just pure style
Lowlifes online, I'm lying in the hay
I may be a country boy, but snow falls on my hills
My neighbor waves, plays the cymbal at night
I rap from the barn and play with bimbas
Milk a sheep, chop down the forest
Bacha coming, no more stress
Alcohol, my bottle
From the hill comes, OG Bacha