Blast Off (feat. ColdKnightz)

Yuh
Yuh
It's coldknightz

I got twenty four bands shoutout to kobe these bitches is mad
Don't even know me covered in gold, just like a trophy
I need my bands, so don't try to hold me
In a new lamb, bouta blast off
Need a new bag, gotta cashout
Sipping on mud, bouta pass out
Going out sad, need to catch up
Yeah yeah
I got twenty four bands, shoutout to kobe these bitches is mad
Don't even know me covered in gold just like a trophy
I need my bands, so don't try to hold me
In a new lamb, bouta blast off
Need a new bag, gotta cashout
Sipping on mud, bouta pass out
Going out sad, need to catch up
Yeah yeah

Fuck all the people that said that im nothing
They stay on the talking, and fuck with the wave
Pull up I hop out the coup, drop the roof
I be calling your bitch, she could fuck any day
Talk down on the shit that I'm doing
And then you go turn around, watching and lurk on my page
Everyone talking, and stay on the watching pull up to the crib
And she want me to stay
Fuck with your chick, she fuck with the kid
I go turn around cheating, and mean what I did, fuck then I dip
I'm keeping a stick just in case they want
Test it and showing the lip
Hop in the coup from the back, I be stunting
I drop down the top with a push of a button they act like I'm fake
When they know that
I wasn't
They act like they bout it and knowing they bluffing
They saying that I'm faking but I'm willing
To bet it I got my mind up on the money, and I'm running to Get it
And I be counting by the 20, and I'm tending
To forget it, I ain't fucking with nobody nowadays you wouldn't get it
Walk in the store like I'm robbing the shit nowadays, always keeping a Mask
Aye
Walk to your bitch like I'm copping the shit Ima fuck on your chick, then ill pass

I got twenty four bands shoutout to kobe these bitches is mad
Dont even know me covered in gold, just like a trophy
I need my bands, so don't try to hold me
In a new lamb, bouta blast off
Need a new bag, gotta cashout
Sipping on mud, bouta pass out
Going out sad, need to catch up
Yeah yeah
I got twenty four bands, shoutout to kobe these bitches is mad
Dont even know me covered in gold just like a trophy
I need my bands, so don't try to hold me
In a new lamb, bouta blast off
Need a new bag, gotta cashout
Sipping on mud, bouta pass out
Going out sad, need to catch up
Yeah yeah

Aye Spending by the minute, by the second
That I'm in it cop a coup, and windows tinted
Spend a hundred never rented
Wanna picture they depending
I'm dependant on the money, might just fuck up on
Your honey cause I'm board
Pull up in a porsche and watch me
Cop another four, went and spend
Another bag, and watch me walk up out the store
Copped a new rollie, so I could look down
At the wrist and not care bout the time
Remember the past wasn't fucking with me now
You calling and act like you mine
Just for the petty, I fuck with your freind
So you leave me alone
Guess you don't see the sign
Pull up to your shorty
I fuck then I dip
And I told her before that I'm leaving by nine
I've been all up on my shit
While these people be asking
How I spend the week
Hop outta vet to a jet taking off
And they watch me let go of the key
Aye aye
All of the sudden they texting
They all want a handout and thinking
They getting got bitches that sending me
Clips of undressing
Got people that watching and sitting in question, I cut em all off
But they don't see the message
A low key lil freak
But she act like she precious

I got twenty four bands shoutout to kobe these bitches is mad
Dont even know me covered in gold, just like a trophy
I need my bands, so don't try to hold me
In a new lamb, bouta blast off
Need a new bag, gotta cashout
Sipping on mud, bouta pass out
Going out sad, need to catch up
Yeah yeah
I got twenty four bands, shoutout to kobe these bitches is mad
Dont even know me covered in gold just like a trophy
I need my bands, so don't try to hold me
In a new lamb, bouta blast off
Need a new bag, gotta cashout
Sipping on mud, bouta pass out
Going out sad, need to catch up
Yeah yeah