Blast Off! (Extended Version) Lyrics

Cooking that shit up with Raxks

I don't got time to relax (Nah)

But I got a play for the pack

But if he want to play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg

Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt

Walk down on the opps they Blast Off

Tryna fight gon be your last fought

Cooking that shit up with Raxks

I don't got time to relax

Calling me fake but you moving with rats

But if he wanna play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg

Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt

Walk down on the opps they Blast Off

Tryna fight gon be your last fought

But I know I gotta watch who call me brother, cuz I know them niggas be playing both Sides

Just say you be moving with eight or ten niggas, I promise you four of them never gon Slide

But I'm getting to it, and niggas be hating on me but I told them it's gon be alright

They think we into it, these niggas B goofy

They run up on me then they prolly gon die

Get put in the air like some Za

Know some niggas that want me to turn to a strain, If you want that shit you better slide

They know they ain't got a chance

They know that I got the bands

And we just hopped on the plane

She told me to just hit when you land

I'm trying to get to the hunnids I'm hungry, these niggas ain't taking shit from me

Niggas be laughing and broke as a joke, like lil nigga ain't shit funny

I'm off the Wocky, alotta these niggas be wocky and white hoes they love the snow

Just know she ain't talking bout X games, when shawty say that she gon off the slopes

Cooking that shit up with Raxks

I don't got time to relax (Nah)

But I got a play for the pack

But if he want to play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg

Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt

Walk down on the opps they Blast Off

Tryna fight gon be your last fought

Cooking that shit up with Raxks

I don't got time to relax

Calling me fake but you moving with rats

But if he wanna play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg

Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt

Walk down on the opps they Blast Off

Tryna fight gon be your last fought

I got the cash, I did the dash

I left two fuck niggas sitting in last

I had to focus on counting my racks, then I just had to go hop in a bag

Like how you gon slime out a snake

When you be moving with real deal rats

And how you be calling me fake, like I was the one that took yo pack

But fuck allat

If yo ass a Bandit go get the shit back

Niggas be tweeting, deleting, internet beefing, and feigning for clout that's a fact

I've been cooking with Raxks, ain't no time to relax

Sorry I'm Late but I'm running it back, need a crib with a lake and a Track in the back

Let a fuck nigga play, send em straight off the map

Cooking that shit up with Raxks

I don't got time to relax (Nah)

But I got a play for the pack

But if he want to play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg

Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt

Walk down on the opps they Blast Off

Tryna fight gon be your last fought

Cooking that shit up with Raxks

I don't got time to relax

Calling me fake but you moving with rats

But if he wanna play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg

Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt

Walk down on the opps they Blast Off

Tryna fight gon be your last fought