BLAST!

[Intro]

(Y2, is that you?)

(2Ezzy on some other shit)

(Aha, I miss you, Bryce)

[Chorus]

What she take me for? (Bah)

Drugs, I need more (Beep-beep)

Cash, I need more of that (Yeah)

Spazz, chopper on your ass (Yeah)

Catch, chop 'em way too fast (Beep)

Skrrt, two-hundred on dash

Live your life until you crash

She wanna call back (Yeah)

Too many problems (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), I need to relax

My niggas blood but my pockets on some crip shit (Yeah)

Came out the mud, this that real spider business

Don't up that stick unless you know that you gon' hit shit (Fah, yeah, fah-fah, yeah)

Don't up that stick unless you know that you gon' blitz shit (Yeah, yeah)

I got love for my partners and they still selling bricks, bitch

[Verse]

You see the demon in my eyes (Yeah)

Baby girl, I hope we alright

I don't really wanna fight tonight (Yeah)

I don't really wanna— (Brrt, brrt, brrt), yeah

What you see in me, uh, tell the gang just how I be, uh

She like choosing sides so I don't know if I can keep her (Yeah, yeah)

You not really with the shits, uh

I had to get me a new stick, uh

They telling me, "Faygo, you sick," uh-huh

Boy what you gon' do with that blick, huh?

You not even shooting this shit, yeah

I'm overdrive, ho, I'm a pimp

Shawty get down and she lick on my dick

My nigga gon blast so I cannot slip

What you say, lil' whore? (Skrrt), Keep it to yourself

Take his head off, that boy ain't get no bread, woah

I'm off frenzies (Blick)

Yeah, woah, don't get stretched, woah

She like sex, woah, I like checks, yeah (Yeah)

They said I'm next up

I'm tryna get the whole way up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm tryna run up my riches

Yes, you know I never lovin' that bitch

Trying not to put that boy in a ditch

How the fuck the money comin' like this?

How the fuck a nigga never miss?

I don't know, nigga, in his element

Got my foot on the pedal, go

[Chorus]

What she take me for? (Bah)

Drugs, I need more (Beep-beep)

Cash, I need more of that

Spazz, chopper on your ass (Yeah)

Catch, chop 'em way too fast (Brrt)

Skrrt, two-hundred on dash (Yeah)

Live your life until you crash

She wanna call back (Yeah)

Too many problems (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), I need to relax

My niggas blood but my pockets on some crip shit (Yeah)

Came out the mud, this that real spider business

Don't up that stick unless you know that you gon' hit shit (Fah, yeah, fah-fah, yeah)

Don't up that stick unless you know that you gon' blitz shit (Yeah, yeah)

I got love for my partners and they still selling bricks, bitch