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