Ridin' through the motherf*ckin' city
And I got like two shooters with me
You cant tell cause the windows tinted
And they might aim at ya fitted
Shots of codeine all up in my kidney
Pots of morphean all up in my kitchen
Lots of semen all up in her kitty
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
Gucci my wrist, designer my fashion
Nigga want smoke , get into action
If there is a problem, split em' like fraction
Tinted windows on the benz and I'm gassin'
93 gas in my pump why they taxin'
Stay trying steal the drip, fly like Alladin
She trying play games , but no im not madden
Smokin' them grams like my name is Brandon (ingram)
They like why you rock YSL and got clientele
They like boy you so fresh as hell weed codeine my smell
And I swear that I'm high as hell nigga cant you tell
She said we f*cked but she dont ring a bell but i wont kiss and tell Ay
I might just spray a son, then Imma knock ya son,
Then Imma rock ya son, then imma white T shirt em
They go on google then see you on search up
That is a murder, we celebrate then pour them fours in a fanta
Hollowtips made em twitch like he a dancer
They trying steal the drip slime and the plasma
But he cant afford this expensive fashion Gucci, Louie, Prada
Nigga might as well gone head and cop them starters Ay
He trying clone on me man I think that I'm his father Ay
Niggas really broke so it really do not matter Ay
Ridin' through the motherf*ckin' city
And I got like two shooters with me
You cant tell cause the windows tinted
And they might aim at ya fitted
Shots of codeine all up in my kidney
Pots of morphean all up in my kitchen
Lots of semen all up in her kitty
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck on that bitch no I'm not cuffin
Thought it was something really its nothing
Getting this dough right from the oven
Turn that shit up into a dozen
If you my blood dont call me cousin
Pour up the mud not Robitusin
No I'm not drake but I control her
Do what I say she is my soldier
I am in love with the AK it might cheat on me and bust right on yo face
Keep a lil choppa on me issa lunch date
No burger king but we'll have it your way
Up in a Benz this not Chevrolet
20 inch rims do not need Triple A
She say I'm the man 'cus I dont do no foreplay
Pussy wet damn I might have to replay Ha
Today i just met a new person
Took her to my place
Then I gave her the thing
So she call me a noun
She cant stop callin me now
Blue hundreds they getting senile
Get the check thats my lifestyle
Percocet calming me down
So please don't come around or you gonna hear how this K sound
Hundred round make that lil bitty boy keep runnin' round I'm not playing around
He gone feel the shock when I hit em with the static
Make his body rock ouuh that boy is acrobatic
Up in school favorite class was science and mathmatics
Cus I mix the lean flip the guap and sell the rocks to the addicts
Ridin' through the motherf*ckin' city
And I got like two shooters with me
You cant tell cause the windows tinted
And they might aim at ya fitted
Shots of codeine all up in my kidney
Pots of morphean all up in my kitchen
Lots of semen all up in her kitty
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
Almightybenno - Blast Off Lyrics
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Ridin' through the motherf*ckin' city
And I got like two shooters with me
You cant tell cause the windows tinted
And they might aim at ya fitted
Shots of codeine all up in my kidney
Pots of morphean all up in my kitchen
Lots of semen all up in her kitty
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
Gucci my wrist, designer my fashion
Nigga want smoke , get into action
If there is a problem, split em' like fraction
Tinted windows on the benz and I'm gassin'
93 gas in my pump why they taxin'
Stay trying steal the drip, fly like Alladin
She trying play games , but no im not madden
Smokin' them grams like my name is Brandon (ingram)
They like why you rock YSL and got clientele
They like boy you so fresh as hell weed codeine my smell
And I swear that I'm high as hell nigga cant you tell
She said we f*cked but she dont ring a bell but i wont kiss and tell Ay
I might just spray a son, then Imma knock ya son,
Then Imma rock ya son, then imma white T shirt em
They go on google then see you on search up
That is a murder, we celebrate then pour them fours in a fanta
Hollowtips made em twitch like he a dancer
They trying steal the drip slime and the plasma
But he cant afford this expensive fashion Gucci, Louie, Prada
Nigga might as well gone head and cop them starters Ay
He trying clone on me man I think that I'm his father Ay
Niggas really broke so it really do not matter Ay
Ridin' through the motherf*ckin' city
And I got like two shooters with me
You cant tell cause the windows tinted
And they might aim at ya fitted
Shots of codeine all up in my kidney
Pots of morphean all up in my kitchen
Lots of semen all up in her kitty
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck on that bitch no I'm not cuffin
Thought it was something really its nothing
Getting this dough right from the oven
Turn that shit up into a dozen
If you my blood dont call me cousin
Pour up the mud not Robitusin
No I'm not drake but I control her
Do what I say she is my soldier
I am in love with the AK it might cheat on me and bust right on yo face
Keep a lil choppa on me issa lunch date
No burger king but we'll have it your way
Up in a Benz this not Chevrolet
20 inch rims do not need Triple A
She say I'm the man 'cus I dont do no foreplay
Pussy wet damn I might have to replay Ha
Today i just met a new person
Took her to my place
Then I gave her the thing
So she call me a noun
She cant stop callin me now
Blue hundreds they getting senile
Get the check thats my lifestyle
Percocet calming me down
So please don't come around or you gonna hear how this K sound
Hundred round make that lil bitty boy keep runnin' round I'm not playing around
He gone feel the shock when I hit em with the static
Make his body rock ouuh that boy is acrobatic
Up in school favorite class was science and mathmatics
Cus I mix the lean flip the guap and sell the rocks to the addicts
Ridin' through the motherf*ckin' city
And I got like two shooters with me
You cant tell cause the windows tinted
And they might aim at ya fitted
Shots of codeine all up in my kidney
Pots of morphean all up in my kitchen
Lots of semen all up in her kitty
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
And I got like two shooters with me
You cant tell cause the windows tinted
And they might aim at ya fitted
Shots of codeine all up in my kidney
Pots of morphean all up in my kitchen
Lots of semen all up in her kitty
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
Gucci my wrist, designer my fashion
Nigga want smoke , get into action
If there is a problem, split em' like fraction
Tinted windows on the benz and I'm gassin'
93 gas in my pump why they taxin'
Stay trying steal the drip, fly like Alladin
She trying play games , but no im not madden
Smokin' them grams like my name is Brandon (ingram)
They like why you rock YSL and got clientele
They like boy you so fresh as hell weed codeine my smell
And I swear that I'm high as hell nigga cant you tell
She said we f*cked but she dont ring a bell but i wont kiss and tell Ay
I might just spray a son, then Imma knock ya son,
Then Imma rock ya son, then imma white T shirt em
They go on google then see you on search up
That is a murder, we celebrate then pour them fours in a fanta
Hollowtips made em twitch like he a dancer
They trying steal the drip slime and the plasma
But he cant afford this expensive fashion Gucci, Louie, Prada
Nigga might as well gone head and cop them starters Ay
He trying clone on me man I think that I'm his father Ay
Niggas really broke so it really do not matter Ay
Ridin' through the motherf*ckin' city
And I got like two shooters with me
You cant tell cause the windows tinted
And they might aim at ya fitted
Shots of codeine all up in my kidney
Pots of morphean all up in my kitchen
Lots of semen all up in her kitty
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck on that bitch no I'm not cuffin
Thought it was something really its nothing
Getting this dough right from the oven
Turn that shit up into a dozen
If you my blood dont call me cousin
Pour up the mud not Robitusin
No I'm not drake but I control her
Do what I say she is my soldier
I am in love with the AK it might cheat on me and bust right on yo face
Keep a lil choppa on me issa lunch date
No burger king but we'll have it your way
Up in a Benz this not Chevrolet
20 inch rims do not need Triple A
She say I'm the man 'cus I dont do no foreplay
Pussy wet damn I might have to replay Ha
Today i just met a new person
Took her to my place
Then I gave her the thing
So she call me a noun
She cant stop callin me now
Blue hundreds they getting senile
Get the check thats my lifestyle
Percocet calming me down
So please don't come around or you gonna hear how this K sound
Hundred round make that lil bitty boy keep runnin' round I'm not playing around
He gone feel the shock when I hit em with the static
Make his body rock ouuh that boy is acrobatic
Up in school favorite class was science and mathmatics
Cus I mix the lean flip the guap and sell the rocks to the addicts
Ridin' through the motherf*ckin' city
And I got like two shooters with me
You cant tell cause the windows tinted
And they might aim at ya fitted
Shots of codeine all up in my kidney
Pots of morphean all up in my kitchen
Lots of semen all up in her kitty
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
F*ck that lil bitch then I blast off like jimmy
Writer: Almighty Benno
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid