Blastoff

Got this cake and a fucking drac'
Which you want today?
Feel like Drake, no lies what I'm saying
Y'all know I don't play

Like this Benz, I'm too clean and rich
You won't see that day
Touch no stage, but I still get paid
I make hits they play it

That boy still bring old shit he did
Up out of the past
Bro just chill, I don't want your bitch
She keep trying to smash

That ain't real, what's that on your neck?
That shit made of glass
Can't see clear, White Runtz kickin' in
Shoot up then I blast (Blastoff)

You see all this gold?
Temp too cold, feel like Kemp too bold
I'll put on a show
Hot like stove, I feel just like Kobe
Or Lebron, a goat

No no no, nigga ain't you know
I'll never go broke?

Man I hope this hoe doesn't choke
This dick way too grown
Rubi Rose I would sell my soul
Even kiss her toes

Do the most, I'd like every post
Pissin' off my hoe
You a joke, ain't no way you stoned
You can't barely toke

Fairly known, I'm above you hoes
Look it up it shows
Do no shows, post my shit it goes
Numbers like to grow

Feel like a ghost off this purple potion
I know I'm floatin'
Here we go, she keep actin' bold
I might have to bone

Got this cake and a fucking drac'
Which you want today?
Feel like Drake, no lies what I'm saying
Y'all know I don't play

Like this Benz, I'm too clean and rich
You won't see that day
Touch no stage, but I still get paid
I make hits they play it

That boy still bring old shit he did
Up out of the past
Bro just chill, I don't want your bitch
She keep trying to smash

That ain't real, what's that on your neck?
That shit made of glass
Can't see clear, White Runtz kickin' in
Shoot up then I blast (Blastoff)



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Writer(s): Charles Burnette
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