Show Up 2 Blow Up

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Show Up 2 Blow Up

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[Intro] Light up You know how I get down It's chill [Verse 1] I'm so fresh, ayy Every car I'm in weed scented I know eses that could write a book Off we winnin' (Woo) You the best bae Gotta keep my mind off these women I put Gucci on her coochie, now she G'd up (Now she G'd up) She woody-woodpeckin' all on my tree trunk (Tree trunk) Ha, baby, I so real Tell me how it feel with my vehicle Hit the dip, swing it side-to-side Don't forget the pork with the potato Now we makin' chip, off the Richt' (Woo) We still run a label, still be labeled as a G And all my fatals ain't no fable, now Grab a zip and break it down I so- I so awesome Every week I smoke a pound Silent in my house But still my lady sayin', "Boy, you loud" Known to fuck a beat up (I am) Known to fuck a beat up (I am) You fightin' everybody We ain't known to take no re-ups (Aha) Known to fuck a beat up (I am) Known to fuck a beat up (I am) You fightin' everybody We ain't known to take no re-ups, yeah [Chorus] Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Yeah) Money on my mind like this chronic I'ma roll up (Get it) Show up just to blow up, I show up just to blow up (Get it) Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah) Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Get it) Money on my mind like this chronic I'ma roll up (Yeah) Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Get it) Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah) [Verse 2] I'm so fresh, ayy, nigga don't test me Nigga don't test me (Nigga don't test) I am a genius, a mathematician Mathematical wizard, I'll slide on your wisdom (Woo) I'll shatter your prism, bitch Get off my dick, I'm on my boss up shit (I'm a boss) You won't do shit but be a vic A stain, a lick, hardly a blip (Ya) Forever on my square, bitch And that's some rare shit Drop racks on my kids, why? Because I care, bitch (Bitch) We ain't never been the same, why? 'Cause life ain't fair, bitch (Yeah) Neither one of us is Fred So why do you a-stare, bitch? Look Also, also, also You should not be flossin' But he still be gully Get to stuntin' and you lost it (Yeah) Also, also, also You should not be flossin' Get to stuntin' and you lost it [Chorus] Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up Money on my mind like this chronic I'ma roll up (Ah) Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah) Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Ah) Money on my mind like this chronic I'ma roll up (Ah) Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Ah) Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah)

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  • Ca$his