Gotta Blast

[Intro: Fetty Wap] Free that boy Tay-K [Verse 1: Fetty Wap] Gang with me, we ain't talkin' cash, its irrelevant Yo' bitch with me, let her rub my chain for the hell of it Sticks with me he could fuck yo ho if she sellin it Fetty, we get Fetti it don't matter how you spellin' it Yeah, pull up to his spot like what is up, nigga I got shootas' with me in the cut, nigga He be dead 'fore I hit the blunt, nigga On the hood, this ain't what he want, nigga Keep a 50 with me in the trunk, nigga Put the family on the cap and funk, nigga Wouldn't give a fuck if a slug hit ya All this money I just get a rush nigga When the money came I fell in love wit her You know I fell in love wit her [Verse 2: Fli Fetti] Ay I know these niggas feel some type of way But all they do is hop up on the internet and type away I ain't the type to play my hitters, bring it right away You hear them tires skirrt, them fireworks gon' light away If Zoovie send a hit Then the goonies bend the shit If we in the buildin' its gon' be a movie in this bitch Don't pay attention to these niggas cuz they all lame I'm livin' next to Fabulous I call it Ball-cane This for the muscle at the hustle like a ball game All I do is ball man so all I do is ball mane Designer shit these shootings they gon' call it lit I said you ain't my kind of chick but thank you for the compliment Mind on my money I've been hungry tryna' find a lick I get suppliers tripped, Like what you need I got it here A bunch of small timers talkin' like they push a lot I smoke one hella sour I don't do the kush a lot Wap set it up they waitin' for the hood to pop My pocket full of guap, they call me mister jig alot