Blowback

You say that you ready for me I'm finna go hard den a bitch
A nigga straight out dem Streets and u ain't about that Shit

And u can't fuk wit Dubb Sixx Hatin on me u can suk a dick
My 4's poke wit that kit Blowing smoke no bbq pit

I been grindin through the nite Thanking God for the day
Views up on dem hoes
100k I Don't play

Give a fuk what they got to say Cashin checks like pay day Heard u coming wit ya army
Bitch have u hollerin out Mayday

Left and right like a melee Come together like spritz spray
Don't fuk wit dem boys that Naysay spit fire like a AK

All this money I'm spending Been like that from the Beginning
Hundreds long like endless a Nigga flow is infinite

You Second place and I'm Winning u Ain't poppin like This bitch
It's flu season we Cooking bricks hide ya Daughter watch ya chick

He got Ebola he lookin sick Take a pic look at this vvs on My wrist no
I don't stress I'm Pissed so check this

From West Dallas to NY they Gone say the boy cold turn the Fire up on the stove
All these Boys know that I been grinding
For a min disrespect me boy ya finished



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Writer(s): Duane Mcdonald
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