Bling Blaow

[Intro: Skinnyfromthe9 & Soulja Boy]

She wanna fuck with the gang 'cause we on, ayy

Yeah

JabroniOnTheBeat!

[Verse 1: Skinnyfromthe9]

I'm the king in my city, say it loud

I got diamonds dancing on me, bling blaow

If they don't know my name, bet they know it now

I'm that nigga in my city, say it loud

Bling blaow, diamonds on me, bling blaow

Bling blaow, diamonds on me, sing now

Bling blaow, hunnid on a piece, wow

Bling blaow, diamonds on me, sing now

I just keep rollin' the celly

I used to stay at the deli

I just pulled up in a Bentley

I know these niggas ain't Betty

Too much drippin', I be drippin' when I walk around

I got bitches tryna fuck me, yeah, they want me now

They was laughing at a nigga, I was dead broke

Now I got money, I can take your bitch like, "Let's go"

I just pulled up to the party, uh

All of these bitches, they want me, yeah

But I do not want 'em, don't call me, no

I do not want 'em, don't call me, no

She wanna fuck at the motel

I got a Benz and a truck

Rollie on me, bustdown

Diamonds on me, bling blaow

40 on me, right now

Shorty on me, right now

Drippin' on 'em, don't drown

Drippin' on 'em, don't drown

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]

Ayy, free bound, caught her off the rebound

Ayy, free pounds, nigga, I got the free pounds

Ayy, I'm a gang nigga, I go three rounds

Ayy, why you hating, nigga, what's your beef 'bout?

Ayy, rock 'em, hang down to the Trues, baby

Ayy, I'ma winner, I don't usually lose, baby

Ayy, big bands, pocket full of blues, baby

Ayy, smokin' opp pack when I cruise, baby

Ayy, diamonds on me, you can see the jewels, baby

Ayy, run up on me, he gon' make the news, baby

Ayy, uh, 40 on me with the beam, baby

Ayy, pockets full of green, I love cream, baby

[Verse 3: PluHeph]

I said tell me what you got

Niggas still smoke cookie, I got hustle in my plug

Running with the mob, I'm with Wap, like what you want?

Like bling blaow, pull up foreign, she like, "Wow"

Runnin' bricks on mean mile, shorty love my steam, now

Rolling in the hood, I give these packs out

I don't fuck with these niggas, yeah, these nigga mask out

I'ma pull up, skrrt, skrrt, yeah, that bitch a NASCAR

Yeah it's Heph, pulled up Skinny and we got our bands up

I'm in L.A. in a mansion flexin', they can't stand us

I'm with PHresher, got our checks up in a foreign car

I'm in L.A., she got ass, that's a porn star

She wanna fuck with the gang 'cause we born stars

[Verse 4: Soulja Boy Tell 'Em]

Ayy, she wanna fuck with the gang 'cause we on, ayy

I pull up, drop-top, two-tone, ayy

Young nigga got rich off his cellphone

Ayy, turn a trap-house into a trap-home

Ayy, I hit the block with a snubnosed

.223, hollow tip, leave a fuck nigga gone

I'm the king sitting on the throne

Ayy, first chin I had was a blow

[Verse 5: PHresher]

My bitch bad and boujee, it ain't no better coochie

Balenciaga, Gucci, Fendi bag or Louis

She got designer drippin', don't need no compliments

And ain't no finer bitch, they like, "Where you find your bitch?"

'Cause every time she come around my city, bling bling

Pinky wing wet, around 50, bling bling

Ass dumb titties and them thighs, bling bling

Drop 200 on a ride, bling bling

Don't worry about me, nigga, do you

She wanna fuck me and the crew too

I go nuts, I'm talkin' coo-coo

Fuck your bitch, put her on YouTube