Blowin' Up

Blowin' up like Saddam Hussein
All these hoes can't get in my way
See my bars tryna pick my brain
Birds in a circle CIA
Don't ever question me as a rapper
I'll kill you and fuck ya bitch after
I put a G on ya head like a packer
Boom, boom
Get out my face

I'm on the gas Ricky Bobby
I got the green like wasabi
Cook you in front of ya fam like hibachi
I got the chop, sticks right beside me
At the club pick up a thotty
No bagel she call me Papi
I don't DM her no I'm not Yo Gotti
Fuck wit no rubber her man can not stop me
I pop a stick like hockey
I beat the box up, Rocky
She tryna fuck? Let her top me
She pop n roll when she off of the molly
Don't let me come catch a body
Hillfigure, stay wit a Tommy
Big Black choppa cant Rob me
Talk on computers I don't play no games like I'm Bobby
Kick down ya door like a Nazi
Blow ya shit up, Kamikaze
He could get shot tryna block me
He walking dead he get turnt to a zombie
Head to the green
Fuck wit my team you get popped like a bean
Talk in the field you get put on a screen
Ain't like this strap till I put on the beam
Got a kickback so it makin' me lean
I'm not a kickstand but I'm on the lean
I need a cup full of promethazine
Please do not mix it without the codeine
I'm such a fiend
Aye ooh huh
YFG Wap
Run this shit
Tryna get on the screen

Blowin' up like Saddam Hussein
All these hoes can't get in my way
See my bars tryna pick my brain
Birds in a circle CIA
Don't ever question me as a rapper
I'll kill you and fuck ya bitch after
I put a G on ya head like a packer
Boom, boom
Get out my face



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Writer(s): Matt Thomas
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