Blowing
Mmmm
Ye aye aye
You better think twice if you thinking bout running
up like Lenno said man you niggas ain't dumb enough
Blues in my pocket cuz I had to run it up I
hit the club you know we blow a ton of them
I'm in the V.I.P with a bitch
Cartier shades I ain't seeing shit
Talm bout this cash we be blowing shit,
all of this ice like I'm snowing shit
All of this ice man I feel like a snowman
hop on the track you know I had to go man
Pull out that Choppa no talking blow man
if that boy talking we might have to blow him
With a lil bitch look like Selena Gomez
choppa might knock off his limbs he got no legs
If you talk down then we aim at yo
forehead you better use it for you not have no head
You better use yo brain
I'm on the track and I go insane
In a V twelve we be swerving lanes
stacks so tall you can't curve the thing
You cannot curve my money
Pull up we blowing them hunnits
Got a Draco I'm a gunner
Pull up on them have em running
You better use yo brain
I'm on the track and I go insane
In a V twelve we be swerving lanes
stacks so tall you can't curve the thing
You cannot curve my money
Pull up we blowing them hunnits
Got a Draco I'm a gunner
Pull up on them have em running
Yea we pull up with a semi
Got a choppa it sing just like Demi
Got a choppa it sing just like Whitney
We pull up do a show in yo city
Got a bro and he blowing right with me
Got yo hoe and she going right with me
And them bullets he blowing right with me
We pull up with a gun you can't hit me
We pull up we gone blow up the city
hunnits and fifties we blowing like pennies
Got a four five and it always stay with me
Got a four five and it always stay with me
I hold the choppa like Jimi Hendrix
Talm bout the cash cuz we really getting it
You ain't outside you ain't really with it
I shoot my shots and I really hit it
Yea we pull up (Aye aye) You know we pull up
I got some lean in my cup I don't give a fuck
I'm a big dog you a pup (A what) I got a pump in the trunk
Shoot for yo head better duck we leave that boy with a lump
You better think twice if you thinking bout running
up like Lenno said man you niggas ain't dumb enough
Blues in my pocket cuz I had to run it up I
hit the club you know we blow a ton of them
I'm in the V.I.P with a bitch
Cartier shades I ain't seeing shit
Talm bout this cash we be blowing shit,
all of this ice like I'm snowing shit
Ye aye aye
You better think twice if you thinking bout running
up like Lenno said man you niggas ain't dumb enough
Blues in my pocket cuz I had to run it up I
hit the club you know we blow a ton of them
I'm in the V.I.P with a bitch
Cartier shades I ain't seeing shit
Talm bout this cash we be blowing shit,
all of this ice like I'm snowing shit
All of this ice man I feel like a snowman
hop on the track you know I had to go man
Pull out that Choppa no talking blow man
if that boy talking we might have to blow him
With a lil bitch look like Selena Gomez
choppa might knock off his limbs he got no legs
If you talk down then we aim at yo
forehead you better use it for you not have no head
You better use yo brain
I'm on the track and I go insane
In a V twelve we be swerving lanes
stacks so tall you can't curve the thing
You cannot curve my money
Pull up we blowing them hunnits
Got a Draco I'm a gunner
Pull up on them have em running
You better use yo brain
I'm on the track and I go insane
In a V twelve we be swerving lanes
stacks so tall you can't curve the thing
You cannot curve my money
Pull up we blowing them hunnits
Got a Draco I'm a gunner
Pull up on them have em running
Yea we pull up with a semi
Got a choppa it sing just like Demi
Got a choppa it sing just like Whitney
We pull up do a show in yo city
Got a bro and he blowing right with me
Got yo hoe and she going right with me
And them bullets he blowing right with me
We pull up with a gun you can't hit me
We pull up we gone blow up the city
hunnits and fifties we blowing like pennies
Got a four five and it always stay with me
Got a four five and it always stay with me
I hold the choppa like Jimi Hendrix
Talm bout the cash cuz we really getting it
You ain't outside you ain't really with it
I shoot my shots and I really hit it
Yea we pull up (Aye aye) You know we pull up
I got some lean in my cup I don't give a fuck
I'm a big dog you a pup (A what) I got a pump in the trunk
Shoot for yo head better duck we leave that boy with a lump
You better think twice if you thinking bout running
up like Lenno said man you niggas ain't dumb enough
Blues in my pocket cuz I had to run it up I
hit the club you know we blow a ton of them
I'm in the V.I.P with a bitch
Cartier shades I ain't seeing shit
Talm bout this cash we be blowing shit,
all of this ice like I'm snowing shit
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Writer(s): Calen Davis
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