Bla Bla (feat. Fivio Foreign)

(Blah, blah, blah, blah) brr-boom
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)

All I hear is (blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)

When I got shot, nigga, what did you do? Instead of point fingers, like "You, you, or you"
Niggas be talkin' like they with the shits told me you got a grip, nigga, why you ain't threw?
I was confusin' myself, tryna think niggas tough, but deep down, I already knew
Shoot by my dolie, portfolio cool, when I catch you, I'm puttin' a hole in your (boom-boom-boom)

We gon' keep spinnin', no takin' a break, I'ma keep winnin' and makin' this cake (ooh-oh)
God left me here for a reason, no takin' His faith, I feel guilty for takin' his
Chance that I'm goin', it ain't no debate, next time, I promise I'm makin' an eighth
500K if you catch him right now, truly, don't really care if I'm makin' a case (hol' on)

We ain't never take buddies, you got me confused with someone I'm not (grr-boom)
Now you realized shit litty, stop the callin' my phone, talkin' hot
I don't know nothin' 'bout nobody murderin', and I don't know nothin' 'bout nobody shot
They don't know nothin' 'bout cases we beat, but they stay tryna tell me it's over for Flock

All I hear is (blah, blah, blah, blah)
They say you talked, you ain't really do it, right? (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah, yeah, grr, yeah, look, uh) baow

Bro got the addy, I got an idea, tell me it's up, and it's stuck in the air
The way they gon' do him, it's not even fair
And the shit that we do, we do not wanna share (baow)
I do not care, it's not for the 'Gram, only way I won't throw if it's not in my hand

And that nigga my heart, and he want his revenge, we don't care if he's shot, we shot him again (grr-baow!)
I wanna stop, but it's in my soul, he act like a problem, then he gotta go
We won't even catch a nigga at his, huh (shh), we gon' wait 'til he goin' home (lil' baow)
Nigga, I say what I want 'cause I'm grown, as long as I watch what I say on that phone
And my time is on demon, I stay in that zone, and the niggas I send is never gonna fold (grr-baow)

(Blah, blah, blah, blah, huh, yeah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah, yeah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Blah, blah, blah, blah, baow)

All I hear is (blah, blah, blah, blah)
You know the type of time you on already, nigga (blah, blah, blah, blah) just duck
(Blah, blah, blah, blah) when you see a nigga, just duck
(Blah, blah, blah, blah) yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout it, they say he talked about it, and he ain't do it (grr-baow)



Credits
Writer(s): Maxie Ryles, Adrian Lau, Tione Merritt, Brendan Walsh, Luis Campozano, Itamar Gov-ari
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