"Blow Shit" lyrics
(feat. Screwly G)
[Jdot Breezy:]
(Damn, Trademark)
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mh
Ayy, bitch
What I'm smoking on stank, nigga? This shit potent
Part of X, now I'm 10 times focus
Nigga time is money, why the fuck you out here chosen?
I don't ran of me a bag, if you ain't motherfucking notice
Rojay popped of Percy in a back and I he rolling
And a cat, we turn up head and don't know where we going
My first car was a Toyota, bitch, because I stole it
Take your shit pump faking with a stick, this nigga bogus
While then with my black Forces on and, I'm on bullshit
Nigga think he doing all right thing, left way is calling
I don't wanna know your hold ass dumb, I wanna open
I seen a K up and I stole the stock up on that bitch and folding
Blow shit, I like I got no sense
Who you calling pussy, boy? Mama ain't raised no bitch
Jdot Breezy it been a man, niggas just not noticed it
Fuck 'bout who they say I am, tell them all the bloody
[Screwly G:]
Fuck about who they say I am
Tell them all get off my dick
Niggas be talking about bodies, but we got bodies, we the ones getting niggas hit
Niggas be talking about drills, ain't got no kills, we the ones who step on shit
Soon as I bounced out the car, he couldn't even run, his dumb ass knew it was in
Who you calling pussy, boy? Mama ain't raised no bitch
On the street a honey shells
Empty out, the whole switch
Why you acting gangster for? Nigga, you a hoe snitch
Niggas got them guns and all them pics, but ain't gonna blow shit
Smoke shit, kill a opp on camera out the jeeper, 'cause it's stolen
I just popped the opp, tryna do it again, it don't make no sense
I just got the drop, ran out the door, know where I'm going
We just not another nigga off, 'cause he was trollin'
And a checkout speeding through the option, we just rolling
Lil' bro driving fast, we catch us while, we hop out blowin'
He ain't never shot that gun before look, "Hey homie"
Shot his ass so many times, they said, "We did on bogus"
I ran up a bag, if you ain't motherfucking notice
Pay to see some bloodshed on they street, where they be posted
Catches one he fuck gonna send his bitch ass west browin'
He died for a post me, bang the most, got killed for jokin'
Tryna have that 30 and my pants, but it keep pokin'
Puff thinking with that gun, we watched the run, so why he told me
Ran his bitch ass down, when he turned around and he like, "Oh, shit"
Niggas be talking about money and got no money, that's his bro shit
(Damn, Trademark)
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mh
Ayy, bitch
What I'm smoking on stank, nigga? This shit potent
Part of X, now I'm 10 times focus
Nigga time is money, why the fuck you out here chosen?
I don't ran of me a bag, if you ain't motherfucking notice
Rojay popped of Percy in a back and I he rolling
And a cat, we turn up head and don't know where we going
My first car was a Toyota, bitch, because I stole it
Take your shit pump faking with a stick, this nigga bogus
While then with my black Forces on and, I'm on bullshit
Nigga think he doing all right thing, left way is calling
I don't wanna know your hold ass dumb, I wanna open
I seen a K up and I stole the stock up on that bitch and folding
Blow shit, I like I got no sense
Who you calling pussy, boy? Mama ain't raised no bitch
Jdot Breezy it been a man, niggas just not noticed it
Fuck 'bout who they say I am, tell them all the bloody
[Screwly G:]
Fuck about who they say I am
Tell them all get off my dick
Niggas be talking about bodies, but we got bodies, we the ones getting niggas hit
Niggas be talking about drills, ain't got no kills, we the ones who step on shit
Soon as I bounced out the car, he couldn't even run, his dumb ass knew it was in
Who you calling pussy, boy? Mama ain't raised no bitch
On the street a honey shells
Empty out, the whole switch
Why you acting gangster for? Nigga, you a hoe snitch
Niggas got them guns and all them pics, but ain't gonna blow shit
Smoke shit, kill a opp on camera out the jeeper, 'cause it's stolen
I just popped the opp, tryna do it again, it don't make no sense
I just got the drop, ran out the door, know where I'm going
We just not another nigga off, 'cause he was trollin'
And a checkout speeding through the option, we just rolling
Lil' bro driving fast, we catch us while, we hop out blowin'
He ain't never shot that gun before look, "Hey homie"
Shot his ass so many times, they said, "We did on bogus"
I ran up a bag, if you ain't motherfucking notice
Pay to see some bloodshed on they street, where they be posted
Catches one he fuck gonna send his bitch ass west browin'
He died for a post me, bang the most, got killed for jokin'
Tryna have that 30 and my pants, but it keep pokin'
Puff thinking with that gun, we watched the run, so why he told me
Ran his bitch ass down, when he turned around and he like, "Oh, shit"
Niggas be talking about money and got no money, that's his bro shit
