You did good slick
It's a smash
Damn son, where'd you find this?
Blam (Blam)
I just blammed on them (Let's go)
Yeah, BLAM (Yeah)
I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, BLAM (Yeah)
I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, BLAM
I just blammed on them (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs (Hype me up, up, up, up)
I just blammed on them
Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns (Let's go)
Yeah, I just blammed on them (Let's go)
Yeah, top down in that coupe, bitch, we way past Mercedes (Yeah)
I got many women begging me for a baby (Yeah)
I got many men and they wishing death on me
Choppa by my side with a full clip on it
And it go
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Yeah
Grey Cullinan, inside macoroni
Ain't gotta watch the opps 'cause my gang watch for me
God by my side, boy, I'm never ever lonely
Glock by my side so I'm always ridin' slowly
You know I push they buttons
They know I'm good for everything, and they good for nothin'
Hit the launchpad, you know I blam the dutton
That's like seven hundred horses taken off from nothin'
Yeah, blam, uh
I just be blammin' when I'm on the track
I just be blammin' the motherfuckin' pack
I just be blammin' the motherfuckin' bands
Yeah, blam, uh
I just be blammin' the motherfuckin' Glock
Cullinan blammin' the motherfuckin' block
Audemaur blammin' the motherfuckin' clock, yeah
Jump in, I hop in, and I swerve
Pop me a Xan' for my nerves
I'm geekin' and geekin' and geekin' and geekin' and throwin' the percs in a purse
Yeah, I just been winning, no L's
Yeah, all my engines, they yell, yeah
Building my biz to the heavens and flexing that I made it straight out of Hell, yeah
Blam on a dummy, then I take his honey
And bend and fuck her on top of my money
My wrist is too sunny, my chain is too sunny
My cup is too muddy
My exe's on one knee
Beggin' ass bitches
I'm laughing in stiches
I'm burning up bridges
And building up riches
Blam on a witness, I blam with the stick
Blam on these bitch to suck on my dick
Blam (Blam)
I just blammed on them (Let's go)
Yeah, BLAM (Yeah)
I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, BLAM (Yeah)
I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, BLAM
I just blammed on them (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs (Hype me up, up, up, up)
I just blammed on them
Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns (Let's go)
Yeah, I just blammed on them (Let's go)
Yeah, top down in that coupe, bitch, we way past Mercedes (Yeah)
I got many women begging me for a baby (Yeah)
I got many men and they wishing death on me
Choppa by my side with a full clip on it
And it go
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam
Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs
I just blammed on 'em
Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns (Damn son, where'd you find this?)
I just blammed on 'em
Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs
I just blammed on 'em
Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns
Yeah, I just blammed on 'em
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