"BLOW ME A DXB" lyrics
Nigga, you not wavier than the b... the Wavy Man
Nigga, I got a better car, I got better songs, I look better
I got more bitches, nigga
I just live better than you, nigga. I'm the best, nigga
You niggas sittin' around at the gym
Niggas up under there, fake groupie niggas
Like y'all writin' records and y'all niggas sittin' around
Watchin' that nigga look good
Ain't none of y'all niggas out there makin' nothin' happen
She know I'm wavy like Max B, blow me a dub
She wanna roll wit' a tug
I wish that Deezy was here so he could throw me a hook
If I'm steppin', then my soldiers are tucked
I know the judge and she could throw me the book
And when shit gets hard, brody, don't you give up
I be kickin' in the booth, just loadin' it up
I gotta treat it like the green, the way I'm rollin' it up
I ain't rich 'til my brodies are up
Sometimes I'm all alone in the cut
Sometimes I hit the club and put Patrón in the cup
Sometimes I sympathise and put my soul in my gut
I don't know about love, but she can hold her a nut
If it's up, then it's stuck
I feel like throwin' up, I left and now she hoein' up
And when this chat comes up, I feel like soberin' up
Amount of times I made the pack go missin'
Amount of times I hit the road, no mask, hit missions
When I was sat in prison, had the maddest visions
Throw man in the back, go missin'
My young hitters tryna hit off the back of visions
That's a moped for my old heads on the block like López
And I ain't goin' back in the ride, we gotta smoke feds
Amount of times I made the pack go missin'
You gonna... you gonna do so much
You gonna be like, "Rah, I didn't even know"
It's just timing, fam
You're treatin' it like the streets, and that's how we done it
It's the same as the streets, bro, you get it?
Man can't tell you how to fuckin' shot your food When you whipped it
You gotta go by the feedback off the fiends
And keep the block jumpin' and maintain it
Amount of times I hit the trap, no mask, hit missions
When I was sat in prison, had the maddest visions
Throw man in the back, go missin'
My young hitters tryna hit off the back of visions
And you ain't never had to live in a pad
But let me tell you about the visions I've had
Ayo, that 4x4 made me into a different man
Only thing on my mind was comin' home
Run in homes, you know how the suttin' goes
Runnin' phones, you know how this shit goes
And they ain't really know that I could switch flows
Went from a bitch phone to a brick phone
I really, really love this shit
Amount of times I hit them country trips
I hate when niggas come around me on some funky shit
Dumpin' clips, I need a hundred sticks
But they ain't got no waps, no poles
I must've spent a hundred racks on clothes
I came home, now I'm eatin' loads, beatin' O's
I hate phones, got me speakin' codes
Got me prayin' to God that these demons ghost
Prayin' to God that these demons ghost
You already are what you think you are
You already are where you wanna be, bro
It's just timing, fam
Your next three singles and your next project...
Watch where you are
The next three after that, and watch...
You get what I'm sayin'?
'Cause you got no one behind you sayin'
"Yeah, we should make a song for this"
Or, "Sony, Sony wants to do this"
And bro, you just—you doin' your ting
Amount of times I hit the trap, no mask, hit missions
When I was sat in prison, had the maddest visions
Throw man in the back, go missin'
My young hitters tryna hit off the back of visions
And you ain't never had to live in a pad
Nigga, I got a better car, I got better songs, I look better
I got more bitches, nigga
I just live better than you, nigga. I'm the best, nigga
You niggas sittin' around at the gym
Niggas up under there, fake groupie niggas
Like y'all writin' records and y'all niggas sittin' around
Watchin' that nigga look good
Ain't none of y'all niggas out there makin' nothin' happen
She know I'm wavy like Max B, blow me a dub
She wanna roll wit' a tug
I wish that Deezy was here so he could throw me a hook
If I'm steppin', then my soldiers are tucked
I know the judge and she could throw me the book
And when shit gets hard, brody, don't you give up
I be kickin' in the booth, just loadin' it up
I gotta treat it like the green, the way I'm rollin' it up
I ain't rich 'til my brodies are up
Sometimes I'm all alone in the cut
Sometimes I hit the club and put Patrón in the cup
Sometimes I sympathise and put my soul in my gut
I don't know about love, but she can hold her a nut
If it's up, then it's stuck
I feel like throwin' up, I left and now she hoein' up
And when this chat comes up, I feel like soberin' up
Amount of times I made the pack go missin'
Amount of times I hit the road, no mask, hit missions
When I was sat in prison, had the maddest visions
Throw man in the back, go missin'
My young hitters tryna hit off the back of visions
That's a moped for my old heads on the block like López
And I ain't goin' back in the ride, we gotta smoke feds
Amount of times I made the pack go missin'
You gonna... you gonna do so much
You gonna be like, "Rah, I didn't even know"
It's just timing, fam
You're treatin' it like the streets, and that's how we done it
It's the same as the streets, bro, you get it?
Man can't tell you how to fuckin' shot your food When you whipped it
You gotta go by the feedback off the fiends
And keep the block jumpin' and maintain it
Amount of times I hit the trap, no mask, hit missions
When I was sat in prison, had the maddest visions
Throw man in the back, go missin'
My young hitters tryna hit off the back of visions
And you ain't never had to live in a pad
But let me tell you about the visions I've had
Ayo, that 4x4 made me into a different man
Only thing on my mind was comin' home
Run in homes, you know how the suttin' goes
Runnin' phones, you know how this shit goes
And they ain't really know that I could switch flows
Went from a bitch phone to a brick phone
I really, really love this shit
Amount of times I hit them country trips
I hate when niggas come around me on some funky shit
Dumpin' clips, I need a hundred sticks
But they ain't got no waps, no poles
I must've spent a hundred racks on clothes
I came home, now I'm eatin' loads, beatin' O's
I hate phones, got me speakin' codes
Got me prayin' to God that these demons ghost
Prayin' to God that these demons ghost
You already are what you think you are
You already are where you wanna be, bro
It's just timing, fam
Your next three singles and your next project...
Watch where you are
The next three after that, and watch...
You get what I'm sayin'?
'Cause you got no one behind you sayin'
"Yeah, we should make a song for this"
Or, "Sony, Sony wants to do this"
And bro, you just—you doin' your ting
Amount of times I hit the trap, no mask, hit missions
When I was sat in prison, had the maddest visions
Throw man in the back, go missin'
My young hitters tryna hit off the back of visions
And you ain't never had to live in a pad
