Blast Off
Hey (BevStudios)
Yuh (Huh)
'Bout to blast
(Like a rocket)
Hey
(Bevans Bumpin')
Like a rocket y'all can't stop me
I'm on fire saganaki
Word to Shoval and the posse
Yeah I'm cruisin' Kawasaki
Everybody at the party got the liquor and Bacardi
Started off no saying sorry
Shoval fire like calamari
Hey, splash Kalahari
Don't play games like Atari
Yeah we blastin', not no acting
Keep the drama, not no Maury (Hey, keep that shit)
Gotta blast, gotta go
Yeah, passed it to Shoval
Now welcome to the rodeo
Like I just started from the gutter
I'm just tryna feed my hunger
I'ma blast off quick
Yeah you best be taking cover
Got your girl up in my covers
Got your girl up under shelter (Yeah)
But I really do not love her
'Cause I'm blastin' off discover
Go discover what I'm getting
Yeah I'm up and yeah I'm winning
Big bags tall racks
Rap a verse and get the digits
Why you tripping on me
Baby can't you see I'm on a mission
Yea I'm mixin' and I'm sipping
And it's goin' through my system
Baby slow it down, b-back it up
Do the dash, make that cash
Pack it up
I said baby girl slow it down, back it up (Yeah)
Do the dash, make that cash (Like make that huh, yeah)
Pack it up, yeah yeah
Oh, I'ma blast off (blast)
Pull up in my whip just like it's NASCAR
NASCAR fast car, I'm a track star
Oh yea, I'ma blast off (Blast)
Blast off, hey, take the mask off
Blast off to that paper get the cash dawg
Oh yea, I'ma blast off (Blast)
Oh yea, bout to blast
They call me Bigz because I'm bigger
Drippin' water like the river
Big bags tall racks, get the bag and count the figures
49er hit my liner
Baby please don't waste my time
'Cause I'm getting to that check
Got the money on my mind (Hey)
Big bank, no brakes
All gas, propane
Blast off, airplane
I been feeling like I'm Dame
I been ballin' in my lane
Headed to the bank
Bout to make a claim
Yea I'm cooking up La Flame
Got them big bags like Bane
88 like Kane
Then I drip drop like rain
Yeah my body starts to quiver
It's the liquor vs. my liver
Change colors like it's twister
Keep the fakes out the picture (Hey)
Oh, I'ma blast off (blast)
Pull up in my whip just like it's NASCAR
NASCAR fast car, I'm a track star
Oh yea, I'ma blast off (Blast)
Blast off, hey, take the mask off
Blast off to that paper get the cash dawg
Oh yea, I'ma blast off (Blast)
Oh yea, bout to blast (Blast)
Yuh (Huh)
'Bout to blast
(Like a rocket)
Hey
(Bevans Bumpin')
Like a rocket y'all can't stop me
I'm on fire saganaki
Word to Shoval and the posse
Yeah I'm cruisin' Kawasaki
Everybody at the party got the liquor and Bacardi
Started off no saying sorry
Shoval fire like calamari
Hey, splash Kalahari
Don't play games like Atari
Yeah we blastin', not no acting
Keep the drama, not no Maury (Hey, keep that shit)
Gotta blast, gotta go
Yeah, passed it to Shoval
Now welcome to the rodeo
Like I just started from the gutter
I'm just tryna feed my hunger
I'ma blast off quick
Yeah you best be taking cover
Got your girl up in my covers
Got your girl up under shelter (Yeah)
But I really do not love her
'Cause I'm blastin' off discover
Go discover what I'm getting
Yeah I'm up and yeah I'm winning
Big bags tall racks
Rap a verse and get the digits
Why you tripping on me
Baby can't you see I'm on a mission
Yea I'm mixin' and I'm sipping
And it's goin' through my system
Baby slow it down, b-back it up
Do the dash, make that cash
Pack it up
I said baby girl slow it down, back it up (Yeah)
Do the dash, make that cash (Like make that huh, yeah)
Pack it up, yeah yeah
Oh, I'ma blast off (blast)
Pull up in my whip just like it's NASCAR
NASCAR fast car, I'm a track star
Oh yea, I'ma blast off (Blast)
Blast off, hey, take the mask off
Blast off to that paper get the cash dawg
Oh yea, I'ma blast off (Blast)
Oh yea, bout to blast
They call me Bigz because I'm bigger
Drippin' water like the river
Big bags tall racks, get the bag and count the figures
49er hit my liner
Baby please don't waste my time
'Cause I'm getting to that check
Got the money on my mind (Hey)
Big bank, no brakes
All gas, propane
Blast off, airplane
I been feeling like I'm Dame
I been ballin' in my lane
Headed to the bank
Bout to make a claim
Yea I'm cooking up La Flame
Got them big bags like Bane
88 like Kane
Then I drip drop like rain
Yeah my body starts to quiver
It's the liquor vs. my liver
Change colors like it's twister
Keep the fakes out the picture (Hey)
Oh, I'ma blast off (blast)
Pull up in my whip just like it's NASCAR
NASCAR fast car, I'm a track star
Oh yea, I'ma blast off (Blast)
Blast off, hey, take the mask off
Blast off to that paper get the cash dawg
Oh yea, I'ma blast off (Blast)
Oh yea, bout to blast (Blast)
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Writer(s): Dom Bertucci
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