BLOW DIS STRAIN

If I got an opp and you say you my brother, he best be your enemy (Yeah, yeah)
She fuck with the drugs, she rely on molly for her remedy
Got a model ho and she got a body and she feelin' me (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I don't want these niggas 'round 'cause these niggas clowns fuckin' up my energy (Yeah-yeah, yeah, uh)
And ain't none of these niggas my opps, but I damn sure see stains (Damn sure see strains, yeah)
And I'm smokin' on top shelf, you ain't ever blow this strain (Blow this, blow this strain)

Fazo asked me how I'm doin', said, "I'm boolin', gang" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Scope on the sniper rifle, bitch, I got good aim (Hey, hey)
Uh, huh, uh, uh, uh
And I ain't trippin' if it ain't 'bout the cash or my gang (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Uh, put his bro face up on that t-shirt 'cause that shit look plain

If I got an opp and you say you my brother, he best be your enemy (Best be your enemy, yeah)
She fuck with the drugs, she rely on molly for her remedy (Oh yeah, yeah)
Got a model ho and she got a body and she feelin' me (Huh, yeah)
I don't want these niggas 'round 'cause these niggas clowns fuckin' up my energy (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
(Hey, yeah)
And ain't none of these niggas my opps, but I damn sure see stains (Hey, ha)
And I'm smokin' on top shelf, you ain't ever blow this strain (Strain)

Yeah, hey
Blatt, blatt, yeah (Blow this strain)
He ain't ever blow this strain (Woah)
He ain't ever blow this strain
Huh, huh, huh, blatt
Huh, huh, huh, blatt (Huh)
Woah (Huh)



Credits
Writer(s): Onni Tuominen, Steven D. Lewis, Yadav Singh
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