Blow Her Back Out

Yeah (Plug)
Ayy, yeah
Blow her back out, I'ma blow her back out
Bans, ayy, ayy, yeah
(Bitch)

Blow her back out, I'ma blow her back out (I'ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon' ride, got her with me in the trap house (yeah)
Young-ass nigga, 13, bring the pack out (yeah, ayy)
Got a shooter with me, and we lit just like a frat house (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, like a frat house, lit just like a frat house (Bans)
Young-ass nigga, 13, bring the pack out (yeah)
Got my first strap, deuce-deuce, hit like Pacquiao (pew, pew)
Got my first strap, deuce-deuce, hit like Pacquiao (yeah)

Ayy, yeah, huh? We gon' lay him down (we gon' lay him down)
Ayy, Draco with the 30 got a hundred round (hundred round, ayy)
Ayy, young-ass nigga move a hundred pounds (Bans)
If a pussy-nigga try me, we gon' gun him down (woo, woo)

Blow her back out, I'ma blow her back out (I'ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon' ride, got her with me in the trap house (ayy)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me, and we lit just like a frat house (fah, fah, fah)

Blow her back out, I'ma blow her back out (woo, whoa)
Shawty, she gon' ride, got her with me in the trap house (yeah)
Young-ass nigga, 13, bring the pack out (fah)
Got a shooter with me, and we lit just like a frat house (fah, bee, gang)

Yeah, bitch, I got more white than a frat house
You used to say you hard, but I heard that you a rat now
These CVV's I max out, ayy, for sure my fans gon' pass out
Without that Glock, boy, you can't tap out
Lil' bitch on dick 'cause I'm getting cash now

Shawty text my phone, she said, "Hi, my name is Jennifer"
My ex-bitch ain't as lit as her
Can't eat your pussy, it smell like vinegar
My gang complete just like an integer
Might jugg your shit just like I'm Christopher Columbus
These bitches always up to something
I got trust issues, I ain't cuffing

Blow her back out, I'ma blow her back out (I'ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon' ride, got her with me in the trap house (ayy)
Young-ass nigga, 13, bring the pack out (bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me, and we lit just like a frat house (lit just like a frat house)

Blow her back out, I'ma blow her back out (woo, whoa)
Shawty, she gon' ride, got her with me in the trap house (yeah)
Young-ass nigga, 13, bring the pack out (bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me, and we lit just like a frat house (pew, pew)

Huh? Bring the pack out
Got a deuce-deuce, let it hit just like Pacquiao
I just fucked the bitch to the-, hmm
In her mouth
Huh? Yeah, run up in your house



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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Cameron Pitts, Vas Coleman
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