Blow Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Jdot Breezy] (Damn, Trademark) Mm, mm, mm, mm Mm, mm, mh Ayy, bitch [Verse 1: Jdot Breezy] What I'm smoking on stank, nigga? This shit potent Part of X, now I'm 10 times focus Nigga time is money, why the fuck you out here chosen? I don't ran of me a bag, if you ain't motherfucking notice Rojay popped of Percy in a back and I he rolling And a cat, we turn up head and don't know where we going My first car was a Toyota, bitch, because I stole it Take your shit pump faking with a stick, this nigga bogus While then with my black Forces on and, I'm on bullshit Nigga think he doing all right thing, left way is calling I don't wanna know your hold ass dumb, I wanna open I seen a K up and I stole the stock up on that bitch and folding Blow shit, I like I got no sense Who you calling pussy, boy? Mama ain't raised no bitch Jdot Breezy it been a man, niggas just not noticed it Fuck 'bout who they say I am, tell them all the bloody [Verse 2: Screwly G] Fuck about who they say I am Tеll them all get off my dick Niggas be talking about bodiеs, but we got bodies, we the ones getting niggas hit Niggas be talking about drills, ain't got no kills, we the ones who step on shit Soon as I bounced out the car, he couldn't even run, his dumb ass knew it was in Who you calling pussy, boy? Mama ain't raised no bitch On the street a honey shells Empty out, the whole switch Why you acting gangster for? Nigga, you a hoe snitch Niggas got them guns and all them pics, but ain't gonna blow shit Smoke shit, kill a opp on camera out the jeeper, 'cause it's stolen I just popped the opp, tryna do it again, it don't make no sense I just got the drop, ran out the door, know where I'm going We just not another nigga off, 'cause he was trollin' And a checkout speeding through the option, we just rolling Lil' bro driving fast, we catch us while, we hop out blowin' He ain't never shot that gun before look, "Hey homie" Shot his ass so many times, they said, "We did on bogus" I ran up a bag, if you ain't motherfucking notice Pay to see some bloodshed on they street, where they be posted Catches one he fuck gonna send his bitch ass west browin' He died for a post me, bang the most, got killed for jokin' Tryna have that 30 and my pants, but it keep pokin' Puff thinking with that gun, we watched the run, so why he told me Ran his bitch ass down, when he turned around and he like, "Oh, shit" Niggas be talking about money and got no money, that's his bro shit