INFINITE! Lyrics

Bitch, I been popping, I ain't ever stopping

'Till my body lay in the dirt, ugh!

Yo shit been flopping, I seen when you dropped it

I'm willing to bet that that hurt, ugh!

Been on my Mob Shit, I hopped in that mosh pit

Been balling so hard, they can't fit in my shoes

I toss up a Lost Boy, and Pan it to you

They Never Land, you can fly, too

Nigga, watch how I move!

You ain't doing my dance, you ain't matching my tune

You ain't taking two steps, if you shoot at my crew

I got infinite bars, you get put in my LOOP

The .45 been a fortified tool

And I'm Fortune 500 with the money

You unfortunately a dummy

So you had to take a hit to ya finances

I been moving silent, so they never know what my plan is

Acting silly, 'till you in the string of my antics

Going stupid, it don't matter what the beat is

They calling me the strongest, it's because I'm undefeated

Ugh, got my get back, and I pen that

They been asking who the hottest in the scene?

Well, it been Blax, ugh!

Big bags, and I spend racks, you can check that

Way I'm whipping, I won't ever be in dead last, ugh!

Drive by, long gone when the feds ask

They been tryna cop a flick of me, but I sped past, ugh!

You a dead Flash, bury that boy dead fast

They still tryna find where Wally West at, wait!

And it ain't a damn surprise, make a stepping stone out my setbacks

First I shoot it, then I step back, wait!

I'm on Dame Time, Blazing with the Heat, and I'm deadly from the three

But I got that guarantee in the paint, at the same time, wait!

Heard 'em talking on my name like

This writer isn't lethal with the punches

Man, I maim all day, I don't play strike!

I been paving my way, on the same mic

I been tryna stay my course, tryna stay my lane

But they hate my gains, so I had to speak in Morse

Clique clicking 'till they hoarse

Just obey, I say!

Stick sticking to my hip, blick sitting at ya ribs

Blax filling you with clips, and the same type grain

That'll cost about a rack, need my pay right way!

And I been a special grade, back in days

Had no money in the bank, so I had to scrape crumbs

Nowadays, I'm getting baked, got bread, got funds

Seen 'em eyeing me with hate, I just play dumb

I am not in no debate, I stay Top one

Never lying in a grave, liberate my drums

So you better state ya name, pray for grace, or run

They been tryna snatch a piece, 'till I raise my gun!

Show me an opp and I'm popping off before he notice

I come through with a chop, and really scoff at all who hoping

That they doing my job, you niggas wack and you sick

Six Eyes, perfect vision, nigga, Blax never miss

If it's Blax in the mix, you catch a six piece

Bitch please!

Get off my dick, you lil pipsqueak

I remember days when ain't nobody ever picked me

Now I'm in the big leagues

I think that shit fit me

If you ain't really with it, I point

Talking on my gang, take all you got and get it destroyed

I'm feeling like a rich kid, I got infinite toys

And all my tracks play on loop like Unlimited Void

I'm coming through with my boys

We causing mayhem for a week

But the aftermath felt for a year

They been waiting on the drops

So we had to make it clear

How we handle all the opps

They gon' look at us in fear

And our bounties never drop

Now we in another tier

Yeah, our bounties on the climb, high key

LOOP been really on the come up since like 2019

Y'all was snoozing for a minute, but the grind don't sleep

Got a couple DMs asking how to rhyme like me

Kinda funny, used to rap 'bout every line off beat

Nowadays, I punch in, put my time on sheets

Said it's all about the money, and I like my green

I don't think I'll ever find my peak

I think that it's infinite

Smoking so much weed, reaching brand new highs

But I still can't find what my limit is

I been checking y'all options, it's limited

Head stuck in the Clouds, tryna Limit Break

I'm insane, but I still haven't hit a k

Yet I still run the track, let me demonstrate

Okay, okay, okay, okay!