Blast Off (feat. Big Rob, Lil Krish 313 & DBOnThaBeat) [Remix]
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 imma spin up in the paint
But you ain't gotta crash the boards I be flawless with the aim woah
Ayo it's Tats on the remix
You rappers washed up like a Kleenex
Your brother's music garbage I told him he could keep it
Staying cool with the drip hopping out a jet so you know that I'm legit
Smooth with the Benjis and you know that I be quick
Hot sauce on the chicken then I hit a lick
Branches of the government pulling up with a stick
Shawty she a super freak giving good top but her talk too cheap
East side to the west side this one the best side
Weather looking drippy in the forecast
I pull up to your front door like I work for Doordash
Hopping in the Uber now the seats got more ass
My shit go absurd I be balling on the turf
Fingers blue like a Smurf
Told the haters just to back off
Ready for the spaceship 'cause we bouta blast off
Bitch
Krish 313 and I told 'em 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 imma shoot it like Dwight
Y'all thought I was finished
Leaving these beats six feet yeah diminished
I want it all imma 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 gon lie I'll be with it
Now imma 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 imma 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 imma spin up in the paint
But you ain't gotta crash the boards I be flawless with the aim woah
Ayo it's Tats on the remix
You rappers washed up like a Kleenex
Your brother's music garbage I told him he could keep it
Staying cool with the drip hopping out a jet so you know that I'm legit
Smooth with the Benjis and you know that I be quick
Hot sauce on the chicken then I hit a lick
Branches of the government pulling up with a stick
Shawty she a super freak giving good top but her talk too cheap
East side to the west side this one the best side
Weather looking drippy in the forecast
I pull up to your front door like I work for Doordash
Hopping in the Uber now the seats got more ass
My shit go absurd I be balling on the turf
Fingers blue like a Smurf
Told the haters just to back off
Ready for the spaceship 'cause we bouta blast off
Bitch
Krish 313 and I told 'em 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 imma shoot it like Dwight
Y'all thought I was finished
Leaving these beats six feet yeah diminished
I want it all imma 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 gon lie I'll be with it
Now imma 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 imma have to put your ass to sleep
And when you pull up to the east you pronounce it DB
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Writer(s): Rob Tatto
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