Blamped
Standing in my face telling boldfaced lies
You ain't been where I been, I seen grown men cry
Give a nigga forty-two, in the US that's a nine
Big bank brudda and my chain is full of diamonds
And just to make it fifty hit him eight more times
Hit the PTV committee, said I had to promote the violence
Twenty-four years young and my ass too damn childish
Man these niggas just be talking, they ain't never killed nobody
Say you gettin' money, well I'm glad I bought this diamond TEC
To put a nigga in a black bag, chips habenero
Drakeo scoring on a broke ho, bitch I could never
Bentley is a vibe if you thinking I ain't by my chef
Flexing ten bands like he blamped for a hundred
Sick of driving coupes, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamped for a hundred, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamped for a hundred, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamp, blamp, blamp, blamp
Blamp, blamp, blamp
Sick of driving coupes, I done blamped all my foreigns
I feel like niggas want my life, here go the guns shooting
I feel like bitches only call me to beat up the coochie
Niggas afraid to show me love 'cause they feel like a groupie
That's why I fuck with real niggas like Drakeo and Boosie
I used to think that pillow talking was only in movies
Niggas slandering my name just to eat the booty
This Kel-Tec gon' get to singing like that nigga Lucci
I can't fuck with real niggas who wear fake Louis
So I'ma start exposing niggas like the old Gucci
These niggas out here lying to bitches
Brush your wig, watch your kids, ain't no pot in they pimping
They lying on pimping
Say free the bitch but crying on bitches
Call me up so I can show you how to tighten your pimping, Black
Flexing ten bands like he blamped for a hundred
Sick of driving coupes, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamped for a hundred, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamped for a hundred, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamp, blamp, blamp, blamp
Blamp, blamp, blamp
Sick of driving coupes, I done blamped all my foreigns
You niggas be talking like blamp, like oh like blamp, oh
100, blamp, that lil bitch, uh, fifty, uh, blamp
Thirty, blamp, hundred twenty, blamp
Foreign, taha, whoop, blamp
There goes another Masi
Nah that motherfucker's bullshit though
Shit I done blamped all my foreigns, I done blamped for a hundred
Nigga bitch yeah, keep listening
You ain't been where I been, I seen grown men cry
Give a nigga forty-two, in the US that's a nine
Big bank brudda and my chain is full of diamonds
And just to make it fifty hit him eight more times
Hit the PTV committee, said I had to promote the violence
Twenty-four years young and my ass too damn childish
Man these niggas just be talking, they ain't never killed nobody
Say you gettin' money, well I'm glad I bought this diamond TEC
To put a nigga in a black bag, chips habenero
Drakeo scoring on a broke ho, bitch I could never
Bentley is a vibe if you thinking I ain't by my chef
Flexing ten bands like he blamped for a hundred
Sick of driving coupes, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamped for a hundred, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamped for a hundred, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamp, blamp, blamp, blamp
Blamp, blamp, blamp
Sick of driving coupes, I done blamped all my foreigns
I feel like niggas want my life, here go the guns shooting
I feel like bitches only call me to beat up the coochie
Niggas afraid to show me love 'cause they feel like a groupie
That's why I fuck with real niggas like Drakeo and Boosie
I used to think that pillow talking was only in movies
Niggas slandering my name just to eat the booty
This Kel-Tec gon' get to singing like that nigga Lucci
I can't fuck with real niggas who wear fake Louis
So I'ma start exposing niggas like the old Gucci
These niggas out here lying to bitches
Brush your wig, watch your kids, ain't no pot in they pimping
They lying on pimping
Say free the bitch but crying on bitches
Call me up so I can show you how to tighten your pimping, Black
Flexing ten bands like he blamped for a hundred
Sick of driving coupes, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamped for a hundred, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamped for a hundred, I done blamped all my foreigns
Blamp, blamp, blamp, blamp
Blamp, blamp, blamp
Sick of driving coupes, I done blamped all my foreigns
You niggas be talking like blamp, like oh like blamp, oh
100, blamp, that lil bitch, uh, fifty, uh, blamp
Thirty, blamp, hundred twenty, blamp
Foreign, taha, whoop, blamp
There goes another Masi
Nah that motherfucker's bullshit though
Shit I done blamped all my foreigns, I done blamped for a hundred
Nigga bitch yeah, keep listening
Credits
Writer(s): Larry L. Jacks, Levante Christopher Brandon Vinson
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