Blast Off

They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more

Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more

Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality

Oh, fuck the fame, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah

3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off

Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce

They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all

I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all

 

They talk about your loses, but won't talk about your M's , no

Money changed my life, but my lifestyle won't ever change, no

When I'm by myself, I reminisce, that's when my pain go

I remember I was happy, now I just think ''where them days go?''

I can stress about no bitch, they bring me drama, not no commas

Think I'm stressin' 'cause I'm rich, got too much money, that's my problem

Me and fake niggas just don't click, and if I see 'em, I'mma rob 'em

And bitch I'm fresh up on from the bricks, so I got sticks up in my condo, yeah, yeah

He got a problem, we got choppas, 762s

I got money, now they tryna find out, what I'm into

That fame will make some niggas change, I told them move

Had to try to do me for some clout, that's why I step out with them woo's, now

 

They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more

Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more

Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality

Oh, fuck the fame, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah

3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off

Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce

They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all

I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em all

 

 

Tell that bitch, turn the city up, countin' all these money problems

But in LA, she ain't eatin though, why you think she stuck in my condo

Says she actin' like a fiend, finna blow my little bomber

I'mma just let out all this cream, in her throat, I got a hitter, Mercedes

She tryna go out for a date, yeah, I got a whole lotta demons

Stackin these hunnids', they look like the sea

Told a bitch that I love her, but no I don't mean it

Sorry but, bitch I didn't mean it, talkin' money, finna set up a meter

Bodies droppin', and my little nigga did it, two shots, and these niggas are sleepin'

Holdin' her, but didn't hit her though

Bitch be for the bag, I up my swag, so no one takin' her

And she suckin' dick, and know she bad, she takin' off

Bitch I swipe my card, don't share no tag, I'm scammin' though

Cut off that lil bitch, and embarrass her

 

 

They just came to go, ain't gone play no more, ain't the same no more

Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more

Always had a vision on my dream gon' be a reality

Oh, fuck the fame, I'm gon' blow-woah-woah

3-2-1, I'm finna blast, I'm takin off

Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce

They switch up, I stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all

I got cash and they tryna come back, can't save 'em all, hell no I can't save 'em al