Gotta Blast! ft. Lul Glu Stix Lyrics

Bout to hit the plug, got my money up, sippin' on some tech, nah I ain't kick the cup

Smokin' out the pound, gon' roll another blunt, You can't come around, nah, you ain't one of us

Came to talk shit, yeah I'm gettin' rich, been on the road, steady stackin' up pringle chips

You ain't gettin' green, so how's you a pimp? You another simp, but I got your bitch on my dick

Flip another load, I'ma need another pack, Hit Hadeem up like, yo bro, where you at

Ridin round town, and I'm huggin' up my gat, Why you woofin' on the net? That's the shit that get you splat

Playin' with your life, dumb niggas step back, Ill knock a nigga down, while I'm high off that act

Pour another cup, I don't know how to act, No, I don't want that hoe, so I kick out the trap

Just like Jimmy Neutron told that hoe, have a blast, Beatin up that road, cause I really love that cash

Can't love a bitch, cause it ain't gon' last, Go on lil' hoe, you know I love that cash

Bout to crack a seal, only sip that high class, Nah I never liked school, I was always skipping class

Chose a different road, cause I love that fast cash, Only want that hoe, if she got a fat ass

If we locked in, ain't no switchin' up, Your bitch texting me, yeah, you know she is a slut

Why she texting me? That she want it in her guts, Lil' ass nigga, yeah, I cannot do no fronts

Me and my niggas always smokin' on them runts, Me and my niggas really made it out the cuts

Nigga, why you flexin', always wearin' fake dunks? Got your bitch wet, I ain't wearin' any trunks

When niggas talkin' sideways, I'ma leave them in the trunk, Nigga, ain't no soda, it's that purple in my cup

Bitch, what you mean, you ain't finna let me fuck? I'm a young, nasty nigga from the slum

Rollin' off the wood, yeah, you know I'm feelin' good, Real ass nigga, know I stay in my hood

Gotta stack this money, cause my mama knew I could, It don't even matter if I gotta rob or joog

Gotta push the pack, then I gotta push the pack, Yeah, I'm fuckin' on your bitch, yeah, I'm breakin' in her back

Damn, my music so good, it be feelin' like some crack, Yeah, my pockets runnin' deep, yeah, they callin' me Dat

If a nigga wanna fade, yeah, you know that we could scrap, When I pull up, I might hit you with a bat

I'm not finna stop, till I hear a skull crack, I be in the lab, you could catch me in the back

If we locked in, and I'm switchin' up, Your bitch textin' me, yeah, you know she is a slut

Alright, I'm out this bitch