Blow Rap ft. Mad Talent Lyrics

Bitch I'm a dog my

Head big like cane corso

I keep a strap

Like some high top air forces

Be cool my niggas killers they use excessive forces force

My starting 5 is OG like air Jordan's

I'm a God nobody can stand over me

Highly favored but I keep the heat close to

They upset that's the shit supposed to be

And going out like marry and Joseph sneak

I'll put money on ya head that's abortion

Oh u got them bricks

Ya Kids napped that's extortion

Feens they say it's wack to get a extra portion

Watch how the body starts to bend like a contortionist

Body's get flipped and ripped

No switch blades seen my first tommy in person in six grade

Get rich or die Decision has been made

Get hoes I lie until I get laid

On the corner wit them packs like a tourist

Ten dolla grams blowing good greens

Mac hang from my neck by a shoe string

Return of the Mac we serve dope feens

Trap slap lunch time Mickey Ds

How far could u go with thangs in a yugo

Chains and a hublot

Vain Boris kujo

Need money mucho

That state is two fold

Damn I need two mo sleeping with two hoes

I'm on a power trip

Bricks stacked hieroglyphs

Blow rap Hershey kiss

Blow rap george jung

Blow off rap just fa fun

New hoes I had a run

Add Os to my bank roll Ben Franklin