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blast! - $ofaygo lyrics

[intro]
(y2, is that you?)
(2ezzy on some other sh*t)
(aha, i miss you, bryce)

[chorus]
what she take me for? (bah)
drugs, i need more (beep*beep)
cash, i need more of that (yeah)
spazz, chopper on your ass (yeah)
catch, chop ’em way too fast (beep)
skrrt, two*hundred on dash
live your life until you crash
she wanna call back (yeah)
too many problems (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), i need to relax
my n*ggas blood but my pockets on some crip sh*t (yeah)
came out the mud, this that real spider business
don’t up that stick unless you know that you gon’ hit sh*t (fah, yeah, fah*fah, yeah)
don’t up that stick unless you know that you gon’ blitz sh*t (yeah, yeah)
i got love for my partners and they still selling bricks, b*tch

[verse]
you see the demon in my eyes (yeah)
baby girl, i hope we alright
i don’t really wanna fight tonight (yeah)
i don’t really wanna— (brrt, brrt, brrt), yeah
when you see me, uh, tell the gang just how i be, uh
she like choosing sides so i don’t know if i can keep her (yeah, yeah)
you not really with the sh*ts, uh
i had to get me a new stick, uh
they telling me, “faygo, you sick,” uh*huh
but what you gon’ do with that bl!ck, huh?
you not even shooting this sh*t, yeah
i’m overdrive, ho, i’m a pimp
shawty get down and she l!ck on my d*ck
my n*gga gon blast so i cannot slip
what you say, lil’ wh0re? (skrrt), keep it to yourself
take his head off, that boy ain’t get no bread, woah
i’m off frenzies (bl!ck)
yeah, woah, don’t get stretched, woah
she like s*x, woah, i like checks, yeah (yeah)
they said i’m next up
i’m tryna get the whole way up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m tryna run up my riches
yes, you know i never lovin’ that b*tch
trying not to put that boy in a ditch
how the f*ck the money comin’ like this?
how the f*ck a n*gga never miss?
i don’t know, n*gga, in his element
[?]
[chorus]
what she take me for? (bah)
drugs, i need more (beep*beep)
cash, i need more of that
spazz, chopper on your ass (yeah)
catch, chop ’em way too fast (brrt)
skrrt, two*hundred on dash (yeah)
live your life until you crash
she wanna call back (yeah)
too many problems (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), i need to relax
my n*ggas blood but my pockets on some crip sh*t (yeah)
came out the mud, this that real spider business
don’t up that stick unless you know that you gon’ hit sh*t (fah, yeah, fah*fah, yeah)
don’t up that stick unless you know that you gon’ blitz sh*t (yeah, yeah)
i got love for my partners and they still selling bricks, b*tch

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