Gotta Blast

I'm a bandman

Countin bands man off the kickstand

Catch me in the trap with Tay Kay 47

Don't play with us new Draco for my weapon

Young Diego Money but call me the juugg man

Neck all gold, know we toting poles

30 with the red dot, aim it at your nose

Look at my wrist

It'll leave you froze

We ain't smoking on no gram

I'm smoking out a bowl

One phone call and have my shooters at your throat

They don't want smoke

Know we love smoke

Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke

You can come to the hood if you want the mother****er

I shoot the K until that mother****er shake in smok

These mother****ers talking, mother****ers lam

These mother****ers going u

I put that mother****ing k into his ****ing throa

Mother****er boy make it hom

Pop up out the cut

We get up witcha

Smoke him down like a damn swisher

Mother****er a thot cause i need my bands bigge

Thought she was a keeper, But my mans hit her

Yea my mans hit her so i gotta switch her

Yea my mans hit her, i let Blast switch her

Call up blast yea yea he's a ass kicker

Call up Bay-Bay yea he's a class ditcher

Call a shooter yea i gotta Blast mother****e

Gotta blast leave you in the past mother****e

I was ditching class for the cash mother****e

These mother****ers talkin

But i'm on they ass mother****e

Can't get that money

Had to get it fast mother****e

I didn't do no work

Just count that cash mother****e