blast Lyrics – midwxst
Singer: midwxst
Title: blast
(Marko did you make this?)
Think you harder than me, boy, just stop it, you gon’ make me laugh
Don’t know what to wear, mix that Number (N)ine with the new Raf
I don’t give a f**k, you ain’t on my team, not on my staff
If I call the gang they might have to let that f**ker blast
You better shut up, I’m tired of all that motherf**king talking
She thought that she gon’ get a ride home, nah b*t*h, she walking
Just spend one thousand on the fit, that’s just like shopping
I’m making these songs all day like a job, I better go clock in
We just might pull up right now, yeah, broad day, they gon’ pop him
Blood’s all on the floor, yeah, they gon’ have to come mop him
Talking that nonsense, I don’t wanna hear you speak
Got a Glock-17, gotta keep that heat
People really love talking that talk about me
1K in my bank and that’s just last week
Just hit 3K, boutta raise my fees
Going up, n***a, yeah, you all gon’ see
317, gotta rep my scene
Might just go out, some Balmain jeans
Might just go get the Balmain jeans
I won’t f**k that b*t*h, she stink
White ho, big t#ts, pu**y on pink
Finna get a new b*t*h, new Moncler, new kicks, Hellcat, after flipping these bricks
Yeah, and we be going stupid but you better watch out ’fore I’m f**king your b*t*h
Give a b*t*h ten racks, she come back with new t#ts
F**king with [?], I don’t wanna have kids
Blow it with the gang, yeah, take a few hits
Better watch out ’cause I’m back on my sh*t
She wanna work, better give me my splits
That b*t*h that you left, I done c*m on her lips
While you calling on her phone, but she sucking on my tip
If I was you I would give me some drip
We talking that sh*t, I don’t know why
If you gonna run better be quiet
If you gonna shoot pull out the nine
Don’t be a b*t*h, I put you in a shrine
F**king that ho then I’m making her cry
Say you get bands, that sh*t is a lie
Your mixtape trash, bro, why do you try?
Don’t play with them sticks if you don’t wanna die
Posted up with Tommy, keep that yah, yah, yah, yah
B*t*h, I’m on a boat, I’m on a yacht, yacht, yacht, yacht
Pu**yboy, he keep on talking, stop, stop, stop, stop
I’m f**king silent ‘less he talking ’bout the guap, yeah
I can learn to forgive but I can’t learn to forget
All the bullsh*t you be saying don’t match what you f**king said
Leave the bodies like the messages, I leave ’em f**king red
If you wanna leave your life, would you trade with me instead?
Think you harder than me, boy, just stop it, you gon’ make me laugh
Don’t know what to wear, mix that Number (N)ine with the new Raf
I don’t give a f**k, you ain’t on my team, not on my staff
If I call the gang they might have to let that f**ker blast
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