Blow Sum Lyrics

I might jump out with a tech put a hole in his head call his ass Mitchell & ness

Young nigga drug dealing got rich off finesse Daily conversations with the devil

Good fella rob his ass for all his dinero stay on point like an arrow

I'ma pop out a rock and roll with this heavy metal

Born and raised steppa I ain't never

fold when I was under pressure known for being the one or the step up

I remember how I was broke when I was playing catch up

Now these niggas gotta catch up slidin' through the opp end really tryna catch somethin

Uh-huh rob his ass soon to get a payday

Send my lil' shorties on a mission I'm feelin' like Ray-Ray

Bullets get to flyin' got his hands up I'ma blam somethin' make his ass do the nae-nae

Huh I'm from out West Illinois in the wintertime know I keep pole in' the lay-lay

I done caught his ass comin' out the gang way the same day he played got left in the gang way

Bitch I went fast to rags to riches and taggin' niggas you know I gotta laugh a little cus I ain't the victim

At least not today I ain't finna' let a nigga get me out the way

They don't even know what's wrong with a nigga

Cut from a whole different cloth don't belong with them niggas

I fuck around blow at them niggas natural born go get it

If I want ya I got ya I get ya I shot ya you gone

Now listen to me I don't need niggas goin' missin' for me

I don't need niggas come get you for me

I up this glizzy now he twitching ' and bleedin' I'm itchin' to squeeze

Take your lil' bitch get her done up and now she be suckin' and fuckin' it's stealing ' for me

Keep calm or get body got your bitch off her mozzie and now she be callin' me poppy

And she gon' suck it sloppy and after I finish I pass that bitch to shorty poppy

The drugs I do exotic so watch what you say cause I'm the type to jump out my body

Let off shots and left his ass with holes in his body you know I'ma get it rockin

What you know who you know who you kill who you smoke

Round round big-ass pole hit his ass in his dome

Give a fuck plenty hoes plenty money keep it on me

First body that I caught at 38 what got him chalked

Get him in get him gone free trey moe send him home

Who the opps where they go dead as hell check the sco

And I ain't worried about these niggas I'm trigger-happy I'll let it blow

Pussy-ass niggas you know we gone get you if it's time to get you got

Yeah it's that nigga