Blastoff
Big Easy and I'm bouta punch in man
I'm nothin but net but you just a backrim man
I'm a boss and you just a lil kid man
Talk to me again I'm throwing hands up in the ring (Woah)
I been at it for a minute now started in my basement now I'm here
And I ain't finished now
Drive where I want cause I'm a cash cow
You ain't get to where I'm at by taking naps now
Step back bouta hit my step back
My three point game boutta dead that
Skip to my lou and ima spin up in the paint but you ain't
Gotta crash the boards I be flawless with the aim (Woah)
Flawless with the aim I said I'm flawless with the aim
I just aim for the navy let it fly from the base
Get my bound just for the stats and send it back up in the paint
Get assists points and dollars triple double my estate (Woah)
Rhett you gotta chill you leaving bodies in the lakes (Woah)
But good vibes man I don't got time to hate (Woah)
Unless you fuck with the family that's a mistake
Finna dump you in the woods and use your ID as a fake (Killem)
Met this lil redhead joint up at a Wendy's
She buying me ice cream at a motherfuckin Friendly's
She was so dramatic never honest never got up off her phone
I asked her why she said I'm sorry I'm a Gen Z
Yeah I had to cut that off cause I ain't trippin bout no past loss
Got my tunnel vision call me Kodak ima blast off
Takeoff I'm a rocket in the future got my mask off
I'm making slaps I ain't fucking with them sad songs
Really good at math I always know who to subtract dawg
Multiply my money then I add it with the cash dawg
You can never understand where I'm fucking at
When I die Milford gon get me and take me back dawg
I just texted sisters by mistake dawg
Hopeless romantic I guess I got a certain taste dawg
Moving careful now I aint ever asking when I
See some shit I need I'm just gon TAKE dawg (Killem)
Krish 313 and I told them pass the mic
I be spitting heat upon the beat I do it when I like
Are you shitting me, my lyric sheet is something you can't write
She can give me company and cum for me within a night
Like the pussy of my hoe you better know my flow is tight
Rocking Stussy for the clothes from head to toe it's not OffWhite
Y'all can't book me for a show I want the dough your pockets light
Gotta rocket in my pocket imma shoot it like Dwight
And y'all thought I was finished?
Leaving these beats six feet yea diminished
I want it all imma ball no scrimmage
I got the spice tryna keep that Indian image
Feel like Popeye, got the green yea the spinach
Can I stop by? Well that means, can I hit it?
If you really wanna try not gon lie I'll be with it
Now imma go get high so goodbye for a minute (Ay)
DB on this shit man he runnin up the streets
Made a new hit yeah I got a hunnid off that beat
And I don't really rap but I always bring the heat
And you never trust these hoes cause you know they always cheat
I'm on the west coast chillin man I ain't got no beef
Talking shit man do you really wanna lose some teeth
Fuck with me man imma have to put yo ass to sleep
And when you pull up to the East you pronounce it DB
Back on the street, back on the beat
Like I'm too elite and she see me in her dreams
Pull up with the 30, at the bando imma
Shoot it like I'm Curry
Got the spice got the curry and that
Bitch got hop up in the foreign
That's a curry in a hurry
Know I be smoking that weed and my vision little
Blurry
I'm nothin but net but you just a backrim man
I'm a boss and you just a lil kid man
Talk to me again I'm throwing hands up in the ring (Woah)
I been at it for a minute now started in my basement now I'm here
And I ain't finished now
Drive where I want cause I'm a cash cow
You ain't get to where I'm at by taking naps now
Step back bouta hit my step back
My three point game boutta dead that
Skip to my lou and ima spin up in the paint but you ain't
Gotta crash the boards I be flawless with the aim (Woah)
Flawless with the aim I said I'm flawless with the aim
I just aim for the navy let it fly from the base
Get my bound just for the stats and send it back up in the paint
Get assists points and dollars triple double my estate (Woah)
Rhett you gotta chill you leaving bodies in the lakes (Woah)
But good vibes man I don't got time to hate (Woah)
Unless you fuck with the family that's a mistake
Finna dump you in the woods and use your ID as a fake (Killem)
Met this lil redhead joint up at a Wendy's
She buying me ice cream at a motherfuckin Friendly's
She was so dramatic never honest never got up off her phone
I asked her why she said I'm sorry I'm a Gen Z
Yeah I had to cut that off cause I ain't trippin bout no past loss
Got my tunnel vision call me Kodak ima blast off
Takeoff I'm a rocket in the future got my mask off
I'm making slaps I ain't fucking with them sad songs
Really good at math I always know who to subtract dawg
Multiply my money then I add it with the cash dawg
You can never understand where I'm fucking at
When I die Milford gon get me and take me back dawg
I just texted sisters by mistake dawg
Hopeless romantic I guess I got a certain taste dawg
Moving careful now I aint ever asking when I
See some shit I need I'm just gon TAKE dawg (Killem)
Krish 313 and I told them pass the mic
I be spitting heat upon the beat I do it when I like
Are you shitting me, my lyric sheet is something you can't write
She can give me company and cum for me within a night
Like the pussy of my hoe you better know my flow is tight
Rocking Stussy for the clothes from head to toe it's not OffWhite
Y'all can't book me for a show I want the dough your pockets light
Gotta rocket in my pocket imma shoot it like Dwight
And y'all thought I was finished?
Leaving these beats six feet yea diminished
I want it all imma ball no scrimmage
I got the spice tryna keep that Indian image
Feel like Popeye, got the green yea the spinach
Can I stop by? Well that means, can I hit it?
If you really wanna try not gon lie I'll be with it
Now imma go get high so goodbye for a minute (Ay)
DB on this shit man he runnin up the streets
Made a new hit yeah I got a hunnid off that beat
And I don't really rap but I always bring the heat
And you never trust these hoes cause you know they always cheat
I'm on the west coast chillin man I ain't got no beef
Talking shit man do you really wanna lose some teeth
Fuck with me man imma have to put yo ass to sleep
And when you pull up to the East you pronounce it DB
Back on the street, back on the beat
Like I'm too elite and she see me in her dreams
Pull up with the 30, at the bando imma
Shoot it like I'm Curry
Got the spice got the curry and that
Bitch got hop up in the foreign
That's a curry in a hurry
Know I be smoking that weed and my vision little
Blurry
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Writer(s): Ashby Norris
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