Blam Blam

[Intro]

(I'm shy, oh my God)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Never had a swell, man

Not the devil, but I been to hell, man

My arm dropping, I can't be no mailman

(Rich Slime Global)

[?] whipping shit out the pan, man

I'm just boolin', shit, like a fan, man

Draco got the kick, it go blam blam

[Verse 1: Slimesito]

In the trap, touching plata like a mailman

Try to up that fire on me, that shit gon' fail, man

Feel like Tip, all my guap got them rubberbands

Feel like Shawty Lo, these bitches know that I'm the man

I just pour the six zips, I'm on kickstand

Double seal the pack, you know I did that in Saran

I got blood up on my diamonds like I'm from the motherland

Man, I don't fuck with none of you niggas like I'm riding with the Klan

I'm fucking on your bitch, she told the that you been a fan

[Verse 2: BeezyB]

I'm really out here in the streets, I'm selling tan

Niggas really having sticks like wе from Iran

Free my niggas, man, they locked up in that can

Opps getting smokеd, we do they ass just like a [?]

Niggas try to run up then they getting blammed

Red, white and blue, but it ain't no Uncle Sam

Niggas getting burned, now they posted on the 'Gram

We stay in the kitchen cooking, we ain't cooking Spam

[Verse 3: Sn8ke]

We with bitches taking molly, yeah, that shit a ten

I got a Glock 19X, yeah, that bitch a tan

I got that plata in my pocket, I can make a fan

I got a Glock with a MOS sight, and I know it won't jam

Wake up, get them bands, wake up, load my chopper

I'm with them young niggas, and they spin just like a helicopter

I'm in that bitch, I'm selling them meds, I feel just like the doctor

I want a all black Prada suit, young nigga feel like a mobster

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]

Never had a swell, man

Not the devil, but I been to hell, man

My arm dropping, I can't be no mailman

(Rich Slime Global, pussy)

[?] whipping shit out the pan, man

I'm just boolin', shit, like a fan, man

Draco got the kick, it go blam blam

[Outro]

(Global, never local)