"When I Blow" lyrics
Yo, it's LD. Yo, 9. Nines
You know it's when you're bad in the motherfucking area. Come rip this shit up
Uh-uh. Kilo, what's up?
Fuck all the hoes that diss me. When I blow, they'll miss me
Always keep my banner on because the roads are risky
I push "O"s to the limit, sell 60 in an hour
O's by the minute, this is for my youngins and my olders
Gonna buy them niggas all revolvers
Because I don't want to have no fallen soldiers
Ask about me, I make "Q"s turn to bricks
Used to have a putt hole, now I push German words
My nigga Kilo always tells me keep writing
Because I'm harder than most these rappers when I'm free-styling
Can't wait for my nigga Jazzy to come out "pen"
I can spit till I run out of phlegm
Because I flow major. Churchill's saviour
I got the hardest hooks, I'm Joe Frazier
Ain't nobody telling me my rhymes are crack
Kinda paranoid though, 'cause my lines are taxed
Sometimes I start reminiscing
About back in school days, because I could've achieved more, but I never listened
Just close the eyes and bomb their heads when I start to rhyme
Pagans say they're looking for me, but I ain't hard to find
Might seem hype, but I tried to be a humble guy
You bet she don't bring a bitch around me, 'cause I'm young and fly
Full time hustler, I don't really do this music thing
Come around my end shining, guaranteed to lose your blame
I got my shots, delivering coke
While niggas is broke, hating, 'cause I'm swimming in notes
Give free samples to fiends, so they can come again
If I ain't hard, these niggas spitting, then I'm one of them
I got respect in my hands
We be setting the trends
I'm an ex-gambler, but I ain't betting again
Tryna reach a brick a day
Same shit different day
If I see a pagan, I pull out my stick and spray
Share trolls with the guns, B
I'm in the studio with Kilo and Lungsy
But the whole hood feeling my bars
Can't find a clique realer than ours
See ya on rest, nigga
Omar see you. Snappin' Stallion
What the fuck did I tell you, nigga? Bitch!
You know it's when you're bad in the motherfucking area. Come rip this shit up
Uh-uh. Kilo, what's up?
Fuck all the hoes that diss me. When I blow, they'll miss me
Always keep my banner on because the roads are risky
I push "O"s to the limit, sell 60 in an hour
O's by the minute, this is for my youngins and my olders
Gonna buy them niggas all revolvers
Because I don't want to have no fallen soldiers
Ask about me, I make "Q"s turn to bricks
Used to have a putt hole, now I push German words
My nigga Kilo always tells me keep writing
Because I'm harder than most these rappers when I'm free-styling
Can't wait for my nigga Jazzy to come out "pen"
I can spit till I run out of phlegm
Because I flow major. Churchill's saviour
I got the hardest hooks, I'm Joe Frazier
Ain't nobody telling me my rhymes are crack
Kinda paranoid though, 'cause my lines are taxed
Sometimes I start reminiscing
About back in school days, because I could've achieved more, but I never listened
Just close the eyes and bomb their heads when I start to rhyme
Pagans say they're looking for me, but I ain't hard to find
Might seem hype, but I tried to be a humble guy
You bet she don't bring a bitch around me, 'cause I'm young and fly
Full time hustler, I don't really do this music thing
Come around my end shining, guaranteed to lose your blame
I got my shots, delivering coke
While niggas is broke, hating, 'cause I'm swimming in notes
Give free samples to fiends, so they can come again
If I ain't hard, these niggas spitting, then I'm one of them
I got respect in my hands
We be setting the trends
I'm an ex-gambler, but I ain't betting again
Tryna reach a brick a day
Same shit different day
If I see a pagan, I pull out my stick and spray
Share trolls with the guns, B
I'm in the studio with Kilo and Lungsy
But the whole hood feeling my bars
Can't find a clique realer than ours
See ya on rest, nigga
Omar see you. Snappin' Stallion
What the fuck did I tell you, nigga? Bitch!
