"blam" lyrics

Screamin' "Fuck 12," ridin' with that blam, boy
Screamin' "Fuck 12," ridin' with that blam, boy
Catch him out of bounds, you know I ain't playin', boy
Yeah, I set that nigga, yeah, he died off fake Percs
Hey, hey, uh, come bread that free car
Yeah, time to go, yeah, we on that mission
Tell me "Back," yeah, lay right there on that bed
That's my bitch, she lay right there, she give me head
This fit'll take your life and you live a hundred years

Keep me in the trunk, 18 for the gear
That bitch want be punk, I must give her a reason
In the club with the umbrella, zero how I'm leavin'
Benjis got the cheese, the dick got her wheezin'
Money, how they see it? I might mis-demean
I go Augie-Kayo, to the Don-C-Emery

In New York, Michael-Emery, Joe-Burberry
I got sticks like Harry Potter
I've been on the run like Harry Tubman
I got wet bitches and they comin' straight out the tub
Let the chopper sing, that bitch gon' blow like a harmonica
My face stretched tomorrow in the back, I love her arch

In the Jeep, I crashed the WRX
She use her hands just like a guitar
I bring purple to the bar
I'm so high, I kiss the stars
Swear my heart stay on my arm
I got seeds, got a farm
You can't move me out the bar
4 AM, my alarm

Not espresso, that's a joint
We gon' bust if you point
I bring baddies while I'm tourin'
Screamin' "Fuck 12," ridin' with that blam, boy
Screamin' "Fuck 12," ridin' with that blam, boy
Screamin' "Fuck 12," ridin' with that blam, boy
Screamin' "Fuck 12," ridin' with that blam, boy (blam)