BLASTED!
Babyfaygo
GENRE
[Chorus}
Ch- ch- ch- Choppa gone get you off quick
If you fuck with the qlique cos my niggas ain’t rocking on your side
Pop out do shows in Miami we hitting these pussys
The blood gonna flow from the north side
She telling me she wanna fuck but lil shawty a hoe you know i cannot Fuck on a dyke bitch
Run up them numbers and run up the money we getting into it do not Even try hoe
[Verse 1]
Blasted!
Jumping out the wraith got hella sticks we finna blast him!
Lay him down and leave him where he lay ain’t got no casket
Pouring up the purple got promethazine with acid
With acid you know we get it cracking
Lil bitch boy he bе acting
These pussys they bе napping
I run it up like betty white we whipping up the damage
Got ten hoes they be average
Got shawty she a bad bitch and if you ever try to cross her leave you Wrapped up, bandage
Oh shit we got more shit?
This the typa shit to make you hit the floor bitch
This the typa shit to make you wanna rage shit
This the typa shit to make you shoot an opp bitch in the face shit
[Verse 2]
I’m popping not stopping
All the way to the top got the opps running
Imma golden child yes this is my destiny don’t try to stop me you Won't end pleasantly
30 Glocks and you know we be bussing out the century
Posted on the gram with a hunnid grand easily
Choppa singing symphonies
Got yo bitch sexting me fuck around and leave her in the ditch where That hoe meant to be
{Chorus}
Ch- ch- ch- Choppa gone get you off quick
If you fuck with the qlique cos my niggas ain’t rocking on your side
Pop out do shows in Miami we hitting these pussys
The blood gonna flow from the north side
She telling me she wanna fuck but lil shawty a hoe you know i cannot Fuck on a dyke bitch
Run up them numbers and run up the money we getting into it do not Even try hoe
Ch- ch- ch- Choppa gone get you off quick
If you fuck with the qlique cos my niggas ain’t rocking on your side
Pop out do shows in Miami we hitting these pussys
The blood gonna flow from the north side
She telling me she wanna fuck but lil shawty a hoe you know i cannot Fuck on a dyke bitch
Run up them numbers and run up the money we getting into it do not Even try hoe
[Verse 1]
Blasted!
Jumping out the wraith got hella sticks we finna blast him!
Lay him down and leave him where he lay ain’t got no casket
Pouring up the purple got promethazine with acid
With acid you know we get it cracking
Lil bitch boy he bе acting
These pussys they bе napping
I run it up like betty white we whipping up the damage
Got ten hoes they be average
Got shawty she a bad bitch and if you ever try to cross her leave you Wrapped up, bandage
Oh shit we got more shit?
This the typa shit to make you hit the floor bitch
This the typa shit to make you wanna rage shit
This the typa shit to make you shoot an opp bitch in the face shit
[Verse 2]
I’m popping not stopping
All the way to the top got the opps running
Imma golden child yes this is my destiny don’t try to stop me you Won't end pleasantly
30 Glocks and you know we be bussing out the century
Posted on the gram with a hunnid grand easily
Choppa singing symphonies
Got yo bitch sexting me fuck around and leave her in the ditch where That hoe meant to be
{Chorus}
Ch- ch- ch- Choppa gone get you off quick
If you fuck with the qlique cos my niggas ain’t rocking on your side
Pop out do shows in Miami we hitting these pussys
The blood gonna flow from the north side
She telling me she wanna fuck but lil shawty a hoe you know i cannot Fuck on a dyke bitch
Run up them numbers and run up the money we getting into it do not Even try hoe
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