Blast Off! Lyrics

Man, I'm tired of your big old head, no job having ass, fuck nigga, fuck you

Tired of this bitch, always on a nigga dick, let me turn some television on before I catch a fit

Ah

This nigga Fred a trip

Don't take nothing for granted, my boy

'Cause these hoes, ain't got no fucking manners,

I swear to god bruh, shit

Ayo, what the fuck

Yeah, yeah, nigga, since this the only thing you care about, I'ma be the one to take it away from you

You didn't pay for no child support, you did no chores around the house, you're just lazy

Fuck you, fuck you

On some real ass shit, I be on real ass shit,

Niggas call me Jeffrey Dahmer because I kill this shit

And then I eat their bitch like it was dinner time

Boy what the fuck you doing, you better get your hungry ass in line

Cause I, never come in second like Mario racing

My heart get the pacing every time she gets a tasting my semen

She talk about it taste amazing

Spider-Man, I shoot my webs and she gon' get some saving

Ah shit, I think she got a spell on me like Raven

Cause my bros told me not to save a hoe like Mario

Ah shit, I think I found myself in an infinity war

Cause I'm raging over that pussy like Hulk and Black Widow

The devil is alive and he's alive in my heart

Cause he got me falling in love like I was skydiving

She got a nerve to play a player, but I can't wait to play with her

When I get higher than the Himalayas, blast off

Close your eyes, close your eyes

Close your eyes, close your eyes

I got a little bit of a surprise for you

But all I'm really asking for your mind to do is blast off

I'm blowing up like Osama, but gotta care like Obama

I'm blowing up like Osama, but gotta care like Obama

Hello mama, I don't mean to bring no drama

But you see me on TV, so I guess it's very common for me

To testify, gravity's what I defy

My 9's, never on vacation, but I'm living on cloud 9

You think I'm lying? Hoping not so see four before 25

Cause that's the type of shit that make mama cry

Paralyzed over the pain of losing her son

Over the click of a gun, cause these girls just wanna have fun

But fuck it, let them have it

Until they bring havoc upon all you squirming maggots

Spraying pesticides just without the automatic

I bet you smoking on that Backwoods

Because your girl just wouldn't let you have it, huh

Cause your feelings are faker than that plastic that's on her ass

But I ball like a Laker, so you know I never skip class on how to be a player

Get higher than the Himalayas

Whenever I play with her, take it to my secret lair to blast off

Close your eyes, close your eyes

Close your eyes, close your eyes

I got a little bit of a surprise for you

But all I'm really asking for your mind to do is blast off

I'm blowing up like Osama, but gotta care like Obama

I'm blowing up like Osama, but gotta care like Obama

Shit, you know what, man

Maybe I should hit her up

You know that shit I was talking about last night

I ain't mean it

I'll see you tonight