It's the Blend
How dope does it get?
'Cuz boy, it's so potent
The flow he kick so sick
They wanna know what it is
Tell 'em it's the blend
Medical weed in the wind
Got a stallion wit me she a ten
The way these diamonds hitting on da skin
You can tell 'em it's the blend again
You betta bring ya friend Ima twin
Cartier on the frames wit da lens
AMG wit da kit on da Benz
Iced out but you can't see behind the tent
Couple cribs for the rent
Couple baddies gettin' bent
Its the end of the summer
But we still doin' numbers
Talkin' commas on commas
On commas on commas
I don't chase you if I want you
I get it if I want it
Skyline views when I hit it in the mornin'
I hit a couple stretches
Scratch a couple things off my checklist
Then I'm gettin' back to the money
Laughing at you dummies
Runnin' laps around you
I ain't even running
High steppin' like primetime down the sideline
Show 'em my watch 'cuz they know it's my time
Shawty get it wet like a category 5
But I'll spare the details for the wondering minds
Off a stem and a cap on 285
I done ran around this muhfucka like ten times (Is you rollin'?)
Bitch I might be
It's a movie, and I'm Spike Lee
I'm groovy, don't try to to fight me
I'm too clean for you (yup) in my white tee
But if it's really beef, then it's white meat
It's only one reason a nigga don't like me
'Cuz that's his wifey, and she like me
And she choosing, like pick me
And I prolly would, but I gotta go
Hollywood first time in the studio
Really good any hood that I go
It's Cool, if you know you know
Even with a C minus I was on a roll
Flow smooth like butter, put it on a roll
Play with the cheese, get toasted
Ridin' with the Sig in the holster
Just in case the devil try to play me a lil' closer
Pissin' out kush and mimosas
On the coast of Mexico with a centerfold
Had to get away to center and focus
Now I'm locked in like a sniper and I'm scopin'
Got 'em on the ropes like Iron Mike
Hit it with a left, hit it with a right
Back that ass up on a nigga like
You gotta pay a bill by the end of night
Boy, it's so potent
The flow he kick so sick
They wanna know what it is
Tell 'em it's the blend
Medical weed in the wind
Got a stallion wit me she a ten
The way these diamonds hitting on da skin
You can tell 'em it's the blend again
You betta bring ya friend Ima twin
Cartier on the frames wit da lens
AMG wit da kit on da Benz
'Cuz boy, it's so potent
The flow he kick so sick
They wanna know what it is
Tell 'em it's the blend
Medical weed in the wind
Got a stallion wit me she a ten
The way these diamonds hitting on da skin
You can tell 'em it's the blend again
You betta bring ya friend Ima twin
Cartier on the frames wit da lens
AMG wit da kit on da Benz
Iced out but you can't see behind the tent
Couple cribs for the rent
Couple baddies gettin' bent
Its the end of the summer
But we still doin' numbers
Talkin' commas on commas
On commas on commas
I don't chase you if I want you
I get it if I want it
Skyline views when I hit it in the mornin'
I hit a couple stretches
Scratch a couple things off my checklist
Then I'm gettin' back to the money
Laughing at you dummies
Runnin' laps around you
I ain't even running
High steppin' like primetime down the sideline
Show 'em my watch 'cuz they know it's my time
Shawty get it wet like a category 5
But I'll spare the details for the wondering minds
Off a stem and a cap on 285
I done ran around this muhfucka like ten times (Is you rollin'?)
Bitch I might be
It's a movie, and I'm Spike Lee
I'm groovy, don't try to to fight me
I'm too clean for you (yup) in my white tee
But if it's really beef, then it's white meat
It's only one reason a nigga don't like me
'Cuz that's his wifey, and she like me
And she choosing, like pick me
And I prolly would, but I gotta go
Hollywood first time in the studio
Really good any hood that I go
It's Cool, if you know you know
Even with a C minus I was on a roll
Flow smooth like butter, put it on a roll
Play with the cheese, get toasted
Ridin' with the Sig in the holster
Just in case the devil try to play me a lil' closer
Pissin' out kush and mimosas
On the coast of Mexico with a centerfold
Had to get away to center and focus
Now I'm locked in like a sniper and I'm scopin'
Got 'em on the ropes like Iron Mike
Hit it with a left, hit it with a right
Back that ass up on a nigga like
You gotta pay a bill by the end of night
Boy, it's so potent
The flow he kick so sick
They wanna know what it is
Tell 'em it's the blend
Medical weed in the wind
Got a stallion wit me she a ten
The way these diamonds hitting on da skin
You can tell 'em it's the blend again
You betta bring ya friend Ima twin
Cartier on the frames wit da lens
AMG wit da kit on da Benz
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Writer(s): Kelcey Walker
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