Blow It Up
32MDDX
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I know my opps be gettin' laced
If I catch him at the light
Pussy nigga gettin' faced
I be tryna catch a flight
I'm on first class to the A,
I be stayin' outta sight
Stackin' cheese and gettin' paid
If I'm ridin' round wit Ju
I don't gotta keep it tucked
If we catch a nigga loafin
That's a lick, he gettin' bucked
Yeah, that goofy think he safe
But his bitch been gettin' fucked
We gon' pull up deep as fuck
Pussy nigga don't want smoke with us
Don't want smoke with us, lil bitch don't want smoke with us
He scared to grill the beef I need a torch, I'm bout to blow it up
Gettin to this cheese, I need some more I'm bouta run it up
Bad bitch gettin' greased, Got her coming while the sun come up
Take a nigga bitch and make her think that I'm the biggest
Fucked a nigga bitch, I ain't lyin', got a witness
Fuck all of my haters, I don't care cause I'm the littest
Trap be movin' quickly, they been sayin' I'm the quickest
Just been learnin' from my dawg, takin' notes Im tryna mimic
Accidentally broke my scale, all this gas done passed the limit
Through the city with my fye, you know I keep the windows tinted
We gon' make him see the light, or we gon' make him get to sprintin
Make him get to sprintin' cause he know we on his ass
Drivin' right behind him, got dat nigga movin' fast
Chase him in the whip, hopin' he run out of gas
My trap been gettin' big, we gon' always have the gas
We gon' always have the cash, keep 200 on the dash
Movin' weight in Puerto Rico, all these lightskins gettin' smashed
Hit record and put the flash, that neck gon' make me crash
Then she askin' for a kiss, baby I think I'ma pass
I know my opps be gettin' laced,
if I catch him at the light
Pussy nigga get erased,
I be tryna catch a flight
Flyin' first class to the A,
I be stayin' outta sight
Stackin' cheese and gettin' paid
If I'm ridin' round with Ju,
I don't gotta keep it tucked
If we catch a nigga loafin',
that's a lick, he gettin' bucked
Yeah, that goofy think he safe,
but his bitch been gettin' fucked
We gon' pull up deep as fuck,
pussy nigga don't want smoke with us
Drop a low, I swear to God it's gettin' hit
BTA, that's belt to ass for any throwin' three
Bitch, I'm tiein' up my shirt if I don't got that ski on me
Like a ref, you niggas flaggin, you get clapped for that cappin
I'm the type to clear the scene and tell them crackers I don't know what happened
I be heavy on the za, c230 my type of high
I'm in the club, Im droppin threes, I'm screamin' free that cracker sky
Free my brother out the county, he took eight, I almost cried
Uh, yeah, that shit fosho
Nigga mad about his bitch, or lil' bro bucked him out his pole
Don't give a fuck about your gender, must not heard about that hoe
Head tap, head tap, a big-ass body on the floor
Uh, I'm bout' to blow it up, bitch, I'm bout' to blow it up
Nigga say he smoke on what, nigga smokin' fairy dust
I'm bout' to blow it up, bitch, I'm bout' to blow it up
Nigga say he smoke on what, nigga smokin' fairy dust
That shit fosho