Blast Off (Explicit)

Aye uh

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

Change some more that's what n***as do so I can't hang no more

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

Oh f**k 'em I'm gon' blow-woah-woah

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

Know these n***as 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 gains 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 b***h 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 n***as just don't click and if I see 'em I'mma rob 'em

And b***h 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 n***as 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 n***as do so I can't hang no more

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

Oh f**k 'em I'm gon' blow-woah-woah

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

Know these n***as 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 b***h 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 b***h that I love her but no I don't mean it

Sorry but b***h I didn't mean it talkin' money finna set up a meter

Bodies droppin' and my little n***a did it two shots and these n***as are sleepin'

Holdin' her but didn't hit her though

B***h be for the bag I up my swag so no one takin' her

And she suckin' d**k and know she bad she takin' off

B***h I swipe my card don't share no tag I'm scammin' though

Cut off that lil b***h 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 n***as do so I can't hang no more

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

Oh f**k 'em I'm gon' blow-woah-woah

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

Know these n***as 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