Blast

[Intro] (Marko did you make this?) [Chorus: midwxst] 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 fuck, you ain't on my team, not on my staff If I call the gang they might have to let that fucker blast [Verse 1: midwxst] You better shut up, I'm tired of all that motherfucking talking She thought that she gon' get a ride home, nah bitch, 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' havе to come mop him Talking that nonsense, I don't wanna hеar 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, nigga, yeah, you all gon' see 317, gotta rep my scene Might just go out, some Balmain jeans [Verse 2: Mon] Might just go get the Balmain jeans I won't fuck that bitch, she stink White ho, big tits, pussy on pink Finna get a new bitch, new Moncler, new kicks, Hellcat, after flipping these bricks Yeah, and we be going stupid but you better watch out 'fore I'm fucking your bitch Give a bitch ten racks, she come back with new tits Fucking 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 shit She wanna work, better give me my splits That bitch that you left, I done cum 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 shit, I don't know why If you gonna run better be quiet If you gonna shoot pull out the nine Don't be a bitch, I put you in a shrine Fucking that ho then I'm making her cry Say you get bands, that shit is a lie Your mixtape trash, bro, why do you try? Don't play with them sticks if you don't wanna die [Verse 3: kaixan] Posted up with Tommy, keep that yah, yah, yah, yah Bitch, I'm on a boat, I'm on a yacht, yacht, yacht, yacht Pussyboy, he keep on talking, stop, stop, stop, stop I'm fucking silent 'less he talking 'bout the guap, yeah I can learn to forgive but I can't learn to forget All the bullshit you be saying don't match what you fucking said Leave the bodies like the messages, I leave 'em fucking red If you wanna leave your life, would you trade with me instead? [Chorus: midwxst] 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 fuck, you ain't on my team, not on my staff If I call the gang they might have to let that fucker blast