Travel Ban
Blaatina Lyrics


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You bitches not welcome, call that a ban (nope)
Been stalkin' my IG, call you a fan (yeah)
Want a bad bitch, I don't want your man
Applyin' some pressure, ho try again
Never been a lame bitch, never been a groupie (nope)
Yo I'm on the block bustin' shit, ain't talkin' movies (yeah, yeah)
Said that it's on sight but when I see you what you doin'? (what you doin'?)
I don't gotta fight, Draco locked away, we shootin' (grrah)
You bitches roll left
I'm throwin' up B's, you ain't showin' no money (brrat, brrat)
Bitch I can't C (nope), I hang with real killers
My pops an OG (RIP), don't be callin' my phone
To serve you no G, ho I don't give a fuck (hell nah)
Reach in my hand purse, bitch you better duck (you better duck)
Playin' hide and seek, we gon' find you, good luck (good luck)
You bitches be twelve, I ain't never gon' cuff, yeah (hell nah)
Y'all be actin' like bitches (yeah), we know you snitchin' (shh)
They know where you livin', we can't leave no witness
No we can't talk, only talk business (yeah)
Speak on my bros, we gon' leave your ass swimmin'
Knew you was lackin', done caught your ass slippin'
Aim at your head, we know what you thinkin' (yeah)
You not in no traffic, you not even with it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You not a good actor so stop that pretending
Through my gang, got the cell (woo)
No I can never tell (hell nah)
Fuck twelve what we yell (fuck 12)
Goss Gucci raisin' hell (yeah, yeah)
Serve pressure, no scale (nope)
I'ma make it, can't fail (can't fail)
This gas stank, got a smell (yeah)
Mis tios from the cartel (braat, braat)
Nunca estoy sola, tenemos pistola
Got a white boy and he servin' that coca (yeah)
If you don't know me yo estoy loca
Talkin' that shit, callate la boca
Stay with your mama, sleep on the sofa (you a bum)
No that's not lean, you drink purple soda (hah)
I'm a heartbreaker, please call me Sosa
I'm a real foreign, you bitches Toyota (skrrt skrrt)

Yeah, you bitches ain't on shit
Stay mad ho, ahh




Already know how the fuck we comin'
Whole lot of southside bitch, yeah, yeah

Overall Meaning

In Blaatina's "Travel Ban Freestyle," the artist asserts that she does not want or need the approval or acceptance of anyone, particularly those who are not supportive or who have been stalking her social media. The lyrics also indicate that Blaatina is independent and confident, as she has never been a part of a clique or engaged in any form of imitation. She is also proud of her connection to a gang and her relationship with her father, who was an OG, but she does not want anyone to call her to fulfill any favors or serve them drugs. Her lyrics contain warnings for those who may try to cross her, as she does not take any disrespect lightly and will retaliate. Throughout her verses, Blaatina makes a point to convey a sense of empowerment and assertiveness in the face of any obstacles or adversity that may come her way.


Line by Line Meaning

You bitches not welcome, call that a ban (nope)
I do not welcome you girls; it's like you're banned permanently.


Been stalkin' my IG, call you a fan (yeah)
You have been stalking my Instagram, but that only makes you my fan.


Want a bad bitch, I don't want your man
I'm a bad woman, and I don't want your man; I need something that's better.


Applyin' some pressure, ho try again
I'm putting some pressure on you girls; try something else again.


Never been a lame bitch, never been a groupie (nope)
I have never been a boring or insignificant woman, nor have I been involved with any music group or artist.


Yo I'm on the block bustin' shit, ain't talkin' movies (yeah, yeah)
I'm on the street smashing things around, and this is not a movie.


Said that it's on sight but when I see you what you doin'? (what you doin'?)
You said you'll jump me when you see me, but when we meet, what exactly are you planning to do?


I don't gotta fight, Draco locked away, we shootin' (grrah)
I don't have to fight; the Draco is locked and loaded, and we're shooting.


You bitches roll left
It's like you girls are rolling toward the left or the wrong direction.


I'm throwin' up B's, you ain't showin' no money (brrat, brrat)
I'm throwing up gang signals from the Bloods when you can't show off any money.


Bitch I can't C (nope), I hang with real killers
I can't see you, and besides, I hang out with real killers.


My pops an OG (RIP), don't be callin' my phone
My father is an original gangster, and he has passed away, so please do not call me.


To serve you no G, ho I don't give a fuck (hell nah)
I don't care if I don't serve you any grams; you girls don't matter to me.


Reach in my hand purse, bitch you better duck (you better duck)
I'm reaching into my purse, and you should duck or be careful of what comes out.


Playin' hide and seek, we gon' find you, good luck (good luck)
We're playing hide and seek, and we'll find you, so good luck.


You bitches be twelve, I ain't never gon' cuff, yeah (hell nah)
You girls are like twelve years old, and I'm not trying to have anything to do with you.


Y'all be actin' like bitches (yeah), we know you snitchin' (shh)
You girls are always behaving like difficult women, and we know that you're snitching on us.


They know where you livin', we can't leave no witness
They know where you live; we can't leave any witnesses behind.


No we can't talk, only talk business (yeah)
We don't have time to talk about anything else apart from business.


Speak on my bros, we gon' leave your ass swimmin'
If you talk about my brothers, you'll be in deep trouble, and you'll need to swim with no lifeguard nearby.


Knew you was lackin', done caught your ass slippin'
We knew you were vulnerable, and we caught you off-guard.


Aim at your head, we know what you thinkin' (yeah)
We're aiming at your head, and we know what you're thinking.


You not in no traffic, you not even with it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You're not on the street, and you're not even ready for what's coming.


You not a good actor so stop that pretending
You're not a great actor, so stop pretending to be something you're not.


Through my gang, got the cell (woo)
My gang has got me the cell phone that I need.


No I can never tell (hell nah)
I'll never tell about anything.


Fuck twelve what we yell (fuck 12)
We shout, 'fuck the police.'


Goss Gucci raisin' hell (yeah, yeah)
Goss Gucci is raising some hell.


Serve pressure, no scale (nope)
We serve the pressure-cooked stuff, but we don't have any weighing scales.


I'ma make it, can't fail (can't fail)
I'm going to succeed no matter what.


This gas stank, got a smell (yeah)
This gasoline has a terrible smell to it.


Mis tios from the cartel (braat, braat)
My uncles are in the cartel.


Nunca estoy sola, tenemos pistola
I'm never alone, and I always have a gun with me.


Got a white boy and he servin' that coca (yeah)
I have a Caucasian boy, and he is serving some cocaine.


If you don't know me yo estoy loca
If you don't know me, I'm crazy.


Talkin' that shit, callate la boca
Stop talking nonsense; shut your mouth up.


Stay with your mama, sleep on the sofa (you a bum)
Stay with your mother, and sleep on the sofa since you're a loser.


No that's not lean, you drink purple soda (hah)
That's not lean that you're drinking; it's just grape soda.


I'm a heartbreaker, please call me Sosa
I break men's hearts, and you can call me Sosa.


I'm a real foreign, you bitches Toyota (skrrt skrrt)
I'm genuinely foreign, but you girls are like Toyotas.


Yeah, you bitches ain't on shit
You girls are not on the same level as I am.


Stay mad ho, ahh
Keep getting angry, dear.


Already know how the fuck we comin'
You already know how we're coming.


Whole lot of southside bitch, yeah, yeah
There's a whole lot of southern women here.




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Written by: Jhoana

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@nataliavasquez1727

Blaatinas friend is in every single music video and knows all the words to the song as if it’s her own 😭 I need that type of support πŸ˜©πŸ’—

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