Blow the Club Up ft. Big Grunt & Trauma Lyrics

Yeah, Doublemint

Big Grunt, Watermelon Sugar, Trauma

Blow that club up

Blow that club up

Blow that club up

Blow that club up

Blow that streets up

Blow that streets up

Blow that streets up

Blow that streets up

Oh yeah bring it back

Pushing to the max

Can you feel the pressure

Yeah we snapping on the track

Snapping on the track

Smocking like an ounce

That don't dance no more

But I bet We make a bounce bounce

Bet I make them bounce

Watch them dropping low

Certified shine you can call me Curtis Blow

Yeah without the doubt

Serving up the hits

Blowing up the club every time we get it lit

Every time we get it lit

This is certified shine

Call me Curtis blow

I came to get a bag you see Trauma at the door

Drop it on the floor as low you can get

Bouncing around the club I smell gas get it lit yeah

Nothing like the hits, rip it all to bits

Stir it like some grits in the pot till it stick

Yeah I make them haters sick, cause my elevations quick

I'm to much to handle when the sauce is too thick

Yeah all I do is grind , keep it on my mind

Popping gears out that shit when I got them in blind

When it all goes to line I ain't worry bout mine

Cause you running out the time out of breath cause

I'm pressure fresh to death

In the casket getting drastic bout to zip them all in plastic

This is what the rap game lacking

Traumatised keep it snapping

I'm looking around laughing

Got them saying what's happening

You're better run and hide seek shelter

Cause I'm blasting on them

Oh yeah bring it back

Pushing to the max

Can you feel the pressure

Yeah we snapping on the track

Snapping on the track

Smocking like an ounce

That don't dance no more but

But I bet We make a bounce bounce

Bet I make them bounce

Watch them dropping low

Certified shine you can call me Curtis Blow

Yeah without the doubt

Serving up the hits

Blowing up the club every time we get it lit

Every time we get it lit

We going to crunk your fucking city real hard

We going to crunk your fucking street real hard

We going to crunk the fucking club real hard

We going to crunk them stupid bitches real hard

We going to crunk your fucking city real hard

We going to crunk your fucking street real hard

We going to crunk the fucking club real hard

We going to crunk them stupid bitches real hard

We're about to blow that fucking club right now

You know how we do it you know how we getting down

From the Eastern Europe to the dirty dirty south

Words are loaded bullets flying out the dirty mouth

Yeah I'm always staying sharp

Always on the grind

Kicking with the same chick that you saw me last time

Pouring up my cup damn let's get it crunk

I'm on watermelon sugar so I'm bout to blow the club

Oh yeah bring it back

Pushing to the max

Can you feel the pressure

Yeah we snapping on the track

Snapping on the track

Smocking like an ounce

That don't dance no more but

But I bet We make a bounce bounce

Bet I make them bounce

Watch them dropping low

Certified shine you can call me Curtis Blow

Yeah without the doubt

Serving up the hits

Blowing up the club every time we get it lit

Every time we get it lit

Blow that club up

Blow that club up

Blow that club up

Blow that club up

Blow that streets up

Blow that streets up

Blow that streets up

Blow that streets up