Blow It

Ima get the chips and dip pack coming in ima hit every grit
Auntie called my line said she got that script
She just need six blues to pay the rent
Boy sit yo ass down you ain't moving shit
Cracking off the loud you can hold a zip
You don't bring that shit back that's what gets you killed
Chopper leave em stankin' like some spoiled milk
Catching plays off a cell phone
Don't get mad lil nigga cause yo hoe goin'
Got a lil muscle on you might as well show it
I been thumbing through this money might as well blow it
Might as well blow it
I been thumbing through this money might as well blow It
I been thumbing through this money
Banana bitch vanilla backwood
Laced with dab you know I smoke good
Broke niggas hating they wish they could
Broke niggas hating they wish they could
You gotta watch out for them sack chasers
Five phones put together we the rack racers
Ballin ain't a crime to get here it took patience
Aye motherfuck a hater who ain't think we'd make it



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Writer(s): Devonte Fowler
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