Gotta Blast

Lyrics

[Intro] (This Friday night at Madison Soss Garden) [Chorus] Too late (Yo) You're too late, yo You're too late, you're too late, you're too late I'm on my way Up, up, up, up [Verse 1] I'm on my P's and Q's, I'm not Lil Uzi, yo Careful on the doja, this some good Cookie, yo I see how she looking, she gon' give it to me, yo She love poppin' her pussy when a nigga listen, yo Yeah, I'm all ears, Martin Lawrence, yo Yeah, she all real, hundred percent, yo She be fuckin' with me for some purchases I just wan' be rich, man, fuck this bitch [Chorus] Too late (Yo) You're too late, yo You're too late, you're too late, you're too late I'm on my way Up, up, up, up [Verse 2] Yeah, I'm stressed out, but I'm blessed up, say I just got my check up, say They been hating on us for a while Do I still intimidate you now? Money Mayweather, ayy, prayin' for some blue days C-notes, hit a freak ho, never make her bae Fuck her good, yeah, she's never gon' be the same The way she suck and fuck used to drive me crazy [Chorus] Too late (Yo) You're too late, yo You're too late, you're too late, you're too late I'm on my way Up, up, up, up