"Blasphemy" lyrics
Newborn tiger I'm earning my stripes stripes
Crosshair bitch its on sight
Tippy toes if you try reaching my height
Niggas Fantasia can't read me my rights
I don't wanna fuck
You ain't even my type
Niggas wait to see me in person then type
Only person ever put fear in me is Christ
Niggas getting parked for not sending out kites
Tell a nigga line it up
Baguettes is diamond cut
Finger got paper cuts
Bitch is you mines are what
You know I'm a mac
This might be the final cut
The final touch
The game can get cold
We deckin' the halls
If you ever sign us up
I'm just being me
Don't be mad at me
You ain't gonna fuck me that's blasphemy
I know the guys gone blast for me
Louis v pouch at capacity
They can't make this in a factory
God just blessed me with it naturally
Green light but we still trafficking
Wake up broke that's blasphemy
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Used to play Dream Cast
Now I fuck up the forecast
Who eating let's Door Dash
I fuck up the forecast
Hey hey
Since I was 6 nigga I was flying first class
I don't fuck with birds
But a nigga took bird baths
No yellow brick road I had a dirt path
Ask my bitch she gonna tell you I'm a dirtbag
Getting to the paper since PC had word pad
Tables might turn, but I still gotta serve that
Make the wrong step
Might end up with a toe tag
Boy being broke ain't even in my vocab
Makin' big moves like Big Mama
Givenci shirts spent six hunnid
Make a rain on em all summer
Baby go and get that rent money
She just came back from yamsterdam
Killa season bitch we killin' cam
All season bitch we killin' cams
Wavy nigga never give a damn
I'm just being me
Don't be mad at me
You ain't gonna fuck me that's blasphemy
I know the guys gone blast for me
Louis v pouch at capacity
They can't make this in a factory
God just blessed me with it naturally
Green light but we still trafficking
Wake up broke that's blasphemy
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Used to play Dream Cast
Now I fuck up the forecast
Who eating let's Door Dash
I fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Used to play Dream Cast
Now I fuck up the forecast
Who eating let's Door Dash
I fuck up the forecast
Crosshair bitch its on sight
Tippy toes if you try reaching my height
Niggas Fantasia can't read me my rights
I don't wanna fuck
You ain't even my type
Niggas wait to see me in person then type
Only person ever put fear in me is Christ
Niggas getting parked for not sending out kites
Tell a nigga line it up
Baguettes is diamond cut
Finger got paper cuts
Bitch is you mines are what
You know I'm a mac
This might be the final cut
The final touch
The game can get cold
We deckin' the halls
If you ever sign us up
I'm just being me
Don't be mad at me
You ain't gonna fuck me that's blasphemy
I know the guys gone blast for me
Louis v pouch at capacity
They can't make this in a factory
God just blessed me with it naturally
Green light but we still trafficking
Wake up broke that's blasphemy
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Used to play Dream Cast
Now I fuck up the forecast
Who eating let's Door Dash
I fuck up the forecast
Hey hey
Since I was 6 nigga I was flying first class
I don't fuck with birds
But a nigga took bird baths
No yellow brick road I had a dirt path
Ask my bitch she gonna tell you I'm a dirtbag
Getting to the paper since PC had word pad
Tables might turn, but I still gotta serve that
Make the wrong step
Might end up with a toe tag
Boy being broke ain't even in my vocab
Makin' big moves like Big Mama
Givenci shirts spent six hunnid
Make a rain on em all summer
Baby go and get that rent money
She just came back from yamsterdam
Killa season bitch we killin' cam
All season bitch we killin' cams
Wavy nigga never give a damn
I'm just being me
Don't be mad at me
You ain't gonna fuck me that's blasphemy
I know the guys gone blast for me
Louis v pouch at capacity
They can't make this in a factory
God just blessed me with it naturally
Green light but we still trafficking
Wake up broke that's blasphemy
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Used to play Dream Cast
Now I fuck up the forecast
Who eating let's Door Dash
I fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Fuck up the forecast
Used to play Dream Cast
Now I fuck up the forecast
Who eating let's Door Dash
I fuck up the forecast
