Blast Off!
We gon blast yall then we gon blast off
I had a mask on said fuck it mask off
Plug tapping in you know that's cash talk
In the trap where I'm at, I'm getting packs off
I'm getting packs off I'm getting bags off
I'm getting pounds off, I'm getting pills off
I get some pills off then ima peel off
I'm giving deals off I'm fucking bills off
Still let the steel off these niggas still soft
Aim it at her breast and get my kids off
Chopper hit his chest and knock a rib off
Spin yo block like tornadoes knock the crib off
We turning shotguns straight into sawed offs
No play work everyday we ain't gon call off
Yo bitch in my call log
Yo bitch took her draws off
You can't score it's our ball
You a dork you odd ball
I can't trust a bitch that'd be my downfall
You know these niggas slick cant be around y'all
Aye, bitch
All I know is cash now,
You can't come into the spot we doing pat downs
Don't try to be a class clown
Wet a nigga up and let his ass drown
I was down bad but now I'm back down
I'ma stand up nigga I won't back down
Like Keef I'm in my glory
I ain't told no stories
I rock like Jason Vorhees
Need more cars so that's more keys
Hate rats but I need more cheese
This the sweet life, Zack and Cody
I stay mixing gas and codeine
Me and fonem passing dodies
And I keep too much cash on me
Cold bitch with a fat ass on me
Keep a glock all matte black on me
Beam and 50 attached on it
Get yo pin and we crash on it
Niggas turning they backs on me
Ima bounce back be back on it
Louie back pack spent racks on it
Get that cash and don't slack on it
Ima spazz so don't cap on me
My tracks have no rap cap on it
Shoe string tied the big mac on me
I was trapping by my lonely
Ran it up all by my lonely
Don't trust niggas they too phony
Gotta know who yo real homies
I'm too real you cannot clone me
Ain't shit you can teach or show me
Hoes ain't shit I feel that strongly
In the trap where I'm at, I'm getting packs off
I'm getting packs off I'm getting bags off
I'm getting pounds off, I'm getting pills off
I get some pills off then ima peel off
I'm giving deals off I'm fucking bills off
Still let the steel off these niggas still soft
Aim it at her breast and get my kids off
Chopper hit his chest and knock a rib off
Spin yo block like tornadoes knock the crib off
We turning shotguns straight into sawed offs
No play work everyday we ain't gon call off
Yo bitch in my call log
Yo bitch took her draws off
You can't score it's our ball
You a dork you odd ball
I can't trust a bitch that'd be my downfall
You know these niggas slick cant be around y'all
I had a mask on said fuck it mask off
Plug tapping in you know that's cash talk
In the trap where I'm at, I'm getting packs off
I'm getting packs off I'm getting bags off
I'm getting pounds off, I'm getting pills off
I get some pills off then ima peel off
I'm giving deals off I'm fucking bills off
Still let the steel off these niggas still soft
Aim it at her breast and get my kids off
Chopper hit his chest and knock a rib off
Spin yo block like tornadoes knock the crib off
We turning shotguns straight into sawed offs
No play work everyday we ain't gon call off
Yo bitch in my call log
Yo bitch took her draws off
You can't score it's our ball
You a dork you odd ball
I can't trust a bitch that'd be my downfall
You know these niggas slick cant be around y'all
Aye, bitch
All I know is cash now,
You can't come into the spot we doing pat downs
Don't try to be a class clown
Wet a nigga up and let his ass drown
I was down bad but now I'm back down
I'ma stand up nigga I won't back down
Like Keef I'm in my glory
I ain't told no stories
I rock like Jason Vorhees
Need more cars so that's more keys
Hate rats but I need more cheese
This the sweet life, Zack and Cody
I stay mixing gas and codeine
Me and fonem passing dodies
And I keep too much cash on me
Cold bitch with a fat ass on me
Keep a glock all matte black on me
Beam and 50 attached on it
Get yo pin and we crash on it
Niggas turning they backs on me
Ima bounce back be back on it
Louie back pack spent racks on it
Get that cash and don't slack on it
Ima spazz so don't cap on me
My tracks have no rap cap on it
Shoe string tied the big mac on me
I was trapping by my lonely
Ran it up all by my lonely
Don't trust niggas they too phony
Gotta know who yo real homies
I'm too real you cannot clone me
Ain't shit you can teach or show me
Hoes ain't shit I feel that strongly
In the trap where I'm at, I'm getting packs off
I'm getting packs off I'm getting bags off
I'm getting pounds off, I'm getting pills off
I get some pills off then ima peel off
I'm giving deals off I'm fucking bills off
Still let the steel off these niggas still soft
Aim it at her breast and get my kids off
Chopper hit his chest and knock a rib off
Spin yo block like tornadoes knock the crib off
We turning shotguns straight into sawed offs
No play work everyday we ain't gon call off
Yo bitch in my call log
Yo bitch took her draws off
You can't score it's our ball
You a dork you odd ball
I can't trust a bitch that'd be my downfall
You know these niggas slick cant be around y'all
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Writer(s): Daiquan Davis
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