GOTTA BLAST E

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Look At My wrist. Look at my wrist. Look Look at My wrist. wrist. Look my wrist. Look at my wrist. Look at my wrist. Ayy. One phone call, have my shooters at your Door. Yeah. Damn boy smoke. Yeah. Know he love smoke. Yeah. Got all white diamonds out in Coke. Ayy. You can come to the hood if you Want the dope. I shoot the K until that Motherfucker shake and smoke. These niggas talking, these niggas lame, these Niggas boring, ugh. I put that motherfucking K into his fucking jaw. Yeah. Pussy boy make it home. Pop up with the cup, we get up with It. Smoke him down like a damn Swisher. Fuck a thot 'cause I need my bands bigger. Thought she was a keeper, but my mans hit Her. Yeah, my mans hit her, so I gotta Switch up. Yeah, my mans hit her, I let blast switch up. Call up Blast, yeah, yeah, he's an ass-kicker. Call up Baby, yeah, he's an ass bitcher. Call up Jada, yeah, I gotta blast niggas. Gotta blast, leave you in the past, nigga. Look at my wrist. Look at my wrist. Look at My wrist. Look at my wrist. Look Look at My wrist. Yeah, yeah, Yeah, Yeah,