Blast!
Said he want beef with the gang boy stop that
We the same niggas that got your boy popped at
You think you a G you not that
You ain't finna pop that
Hat rack nigga you cap
Aye slide wit the stick it's a wrap
It's over I'm off the lean man I hate being sober
I stay with the heat and get bread like a toaster
Have my Yg's take his head off his shoulders
She wanna lay up but I'm tryna dunk smash
I ball out like Steve Nash
Catch me a opp Ima leave em in the grass
I ride with it got the stick on my dash
Let a nigga play I blast
Roll up a opp get smoked this gas
(Gas gas gas)
What
Ion even smoke I be off of the sizzurp
Aye I'm about my green like a lizzard
I make it storm like a Blizzard
I work the stick like a wizzard
I'm winning now I got em triggered
Ranked 2nd to last in my class but I still get a bag who would've figured
They use to laugh cuz I couldn't do math now I count up bands with ease
They use to hate on me that's why they broke and I'm getting to Cheese
They know when I step in it's game over
I put a scope on K it got range like a roaver
He put on a act he a poser
Gucci designer my loafers
(Wait that's cap ion even own Gucci loafers bro what the fuck)
Aye my brudda boutta roll up
Copy Just doing me got em salty
Cross me don't ever do that nigga
All of that woofing pull up where ya tool at
(I was just capping)
Thought so knew that
You had a chance but you blew that
If we got a problem I fix that screw that
(Bitch)
Sipping on syrup like I got strep throat
Shorty gone eat these eggs like eggos lego how I stack the money up
I do addition I sum it up hm
Whatever you doing I'm one up hm
I come in first ain't no runner up hm
Shoutout ski mask hit em wit a hm hm hm hm
I just be having fun wit these flows
Sill fly as fuck without designer clothes
Pardon my drip gotta keep my pole
I could switch up the flow like how you want it aye
They like to talk but I'm on it aye
They try to be me they clone it aye
These niggas snitch to the P.D
Believe me I'm out of this world like E.T
She want to lay up but I'm tryna dunk Smash
I ball out like Steve Nash
Catch me a opp ima leave em in the grass
I ride with it got the stick on my dash
Let a nigga play I blast
Roll up a Opp get smoked this gas
(Gas gas gas)
We the same niggas that got your boy popped at
You think you a G you not that
You ain't finna pop that
Hat rack nigga you cap
Aye slide wit the stick it's a wrap
It's over I'm off the lean man I hate being sober
I stay with the heat and get bread like a toaster
Have my Yg's take his head off his shoulders
She wanna lay up but I'm tryna dunk smash
I ball out like Steve Nash
Catch me a opp Ima leave em in the grass
I ride with it got the stick on my dash
Let a nigga play I blast
Roll up a opp get smoked this gas
(Gas gas gas)
What
Ion even smoke I be off of the sizzurp
Aye I'm about my green like a lizzard
I make it storm like a Blizzard
I work the stick like a wizzard
I'm winning now I got em triggered
Ranked 2nd to last in my class but I still get a bag who would've figured
They use to laugh cuz I couldn't do math now I count up bands with ease
They use to hate on me that's why they broke and I'm getting to Cheese
They know when I step in it's game over
I put a scope on K it got range like a roaver
He put on a act he a poser
Gucci designer my loafers
(Wait that's cap ion even own Gucci loafers bro what the fuck)
Aye my brudda boutta roll up
Copy Just doing me got em salty
Cross me don't ever do that nigga
All of that woofing pull up where ya tool at
(I was just capping)
Thought so knew that
You had a chance but you blew that
If we got a problem I fix that screw that
(Bitch)
Sipping on syrup like I got strep throat
Shorty gone eat these eggs like eggos lego how I stack the money up
I do addition I sum it up hm
Whatever you doing I'm one up hm
I come in first ain't no runner up hm
Shoutout ski mask hit em wit a hm hm hm hm
I just be having fun wit these flows
Sill fly as fuck without designer clothes
Pardon my drip gotta keep my pole
I could switch up the flow like how you want it aye
They like to talk but I'm on it aye
They try to be me they clone it aye
These niggas snitch to the P.D
Believe me I'm out of this world like E.T
She want to lay up but I'm tryna dunk Smash
I ball out like Steve Nash
Catch me a opp ima leave em in the grass
I ride with it got the stick on my dash
Let a nigga play I blast
Roll up a Opp get smoked this gas
(Gas gas gas)
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Writer(s): Cameron Dillard
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