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