Blast Off
Big Easy and I'm bouta punch in man
I'm nothing but net you just a back rim man
I'm a boss and you just a little 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 cuz 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 bouta dead that
Skip to my Lou and I'm a spin up in the paint
But you ain't got to 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 got to chill you leaving bodies in the lakes
But good vibes man I don't got time to hate
Unless you fuck with the family that's a mistake
Finally dump you in the woods and use your ID as a fake
Ay I met this lil redhead joint up at a Wendy's
She buying me ice cream at a motherfucking 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 I ain't tripping bout no past loss
Got my tunnel vision call me Kodak imma blast off
Take off 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 gone 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 ain't ever asking
when I see some shit I need I'm just gone take dawg
Krishi 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 the night
Like the pussy on my hoe you better know my flow is tight
Rocking Stussy for the clothes from head to toe it's not Off White
Y'all can't book me for a show I want the dough your pockets light
Got a rocket in my pocket I'm a shoot it like Dwight
Y'all thought I was finished
Leaving these beats six feet yeah diminished
I want it all I'm a ball no scrimmage
I got the spice tryna keep that Indian image
Feel like Popeye got the green yeah the spinach
Can I stop by well that means can I hit it
If you really wanna try not gone lie I'll be with it
Now I'm a go get high so goodbye for a minute
DB on this shit man we running up the streets
Made a new hit yeah I got a hundred off that beat
And I don't really rap but I always bring the heat
And you never trust these hoes cuz you know they always cheat
On the west coast chilling man I ain't got no beef
Talking shit man do you really wanna lose some teeth
Fuck with me man I'm a have to put your ass to sleep
And when you pull up to the east you pronounce it DB
I'm nothing but net you just a back rim man
I'm a boss and you just a little 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 cuz 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 bouta dead that
Skip to my Lou and I'm a spin up in the paint
But you ain't got to 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 got to chill you leaving bodies in the lakes
But good vibes man I don't got time to hate
Unless you fuck with the family that's a mistake
Finally dump you in the woods and use your ID as a fake
Ay I met this lil redhead joint up at a Wendy's
She buying me ice cream at a motherfucking 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 I ain't tripping bout no past loss
Got my tunnel vision call me Kodak imma blast off
Take off 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 gone 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 ain't ever asking
when I see some shit I need I'm just gone take dawg
Krishi 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 the night
Like the pussy on my hoe you better know my flow is tight
Rocking Stussy for the clothes from head to toe it's not Off White
Y'all can't book me for a show I want the dough your pockets light
Got a rocket in my pocket I'm a shoot it like Dwight
Y'all thought I was finished
Leaving these beats six feet yeah diminished
I want it all I'm a ball no scrimmage
I got the spice tryna keep that Indian image
Feel like Popeye got the green yeah the spinach
Can I stop by well that means can I hit it
If you really wanna try not gone lie I'll be with it
Now I'm a go get high so goodbye for a minute
DB on this shit man we running up the streets
Made a new hit yeah I got a hundred off that beat
And I don't really rap but I always bring the heat
And you never trust these hoes cuz you know they always cheat
On the west coast chilling man I ain't got no beef
Talking shit man do you really wanna lose some teeth
Fuck with me man I'm a have to put your ass to sleep
And when you pull up to the east you pronounce it DB
Credits
Writer(s): Ashby Norris
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