Blam Ya Lyrics

Got a Glock on my side, act dumb, it's gon' blam ya

We gon' flick it up at you, this ain't no camera

We got free smoke for a niggawho want cancer

Choppa, make a nigga spin around like he a dancer

See ya bitch suck on me just like a Jolly Rancher

I just hit her once, no, I do not romance her

Shittin' on these niggas, someone pass me a pamper

Or a Glock 9, finna take off your mind

Chop, hold a hundred in a clip, it's a drum line

Thot hit my phone, I'ma decline

Purp in my cup, aint no damn wine

And I like my bitch, she so damn fine

Headin' to the, headin' to the top

Runnin' up a, runnin' up these knots

I count up the, I count up this guap

She want me to, beat her out her socks

I won't even box, no, I can't put my Glock down

Niggas used to hate, now they treat me like a god Now,

Tell em free my guys from the dog pound

X square left, right, left, bitch, up, down

That's a cheatcode for them racks, now I'm up now

She see I got bands, now she really wanna fuck now

I don't need a ho, she can catch a whole round

I know she on go, Heard she fucked the whole town

Got a Glock on my side, act dumb, it's gon' blam ya

We gon' flick it up at you, this ain't no camera

We got free smoke for a nigga who want cancer

Choppa, make a nigga spin around like he a dancer

See ya bitch suck on me just like a Jolly Rancher

I just hit her once, no, I do not romance her

Shittin' on these niggas, someone pass me a pamper

Or a Glock 9, finna take off your mind