Watch when i blow ima cop me home
Put my bitch inna wagon g ride down the road
Going on tour selling out shows
Knowing the lyrics to all of my songs
Having fake fans just tryna tag along
If you aint got haters then you doing some wrong
Smoking on good cookie got me all in my zone
Got me all in my zone
Ima get shit young niggas aint have
2 door jag
Designer my pants when I sag
Thanking god I aint pick up that rag
When I die they all gone be glad
When I'm up they all gone be mad
But I promise i aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
Got a down bitch with my brothers from the sandbox
Put the game in a head lock
Going to the top
Precise with the shit like a dead shot
Was a young kid selling crack rocks
Now i'm in the booth making slaps so hard it'll make yo whole block rock
Rather chase money then f*ck with a thot thot
Never caught lacking got a 40 and the bitch go blat blat
Go blat blat
In a sprinter van
Feel like the man
Popping tags i aint ever popping xans
Cramp in my thumb
Countin up bands
Just wait till i touch hunnid grand
Watch when my diamonds shine like a lamp
Water my neck
Feeling all damp
Bitch I'm a goat
You is a lamb
Talking that shit but you know you a fan
Watch when i blow ima cop me home
Put my bitch inna wagon g ride down the road
Going on tour selling out shows
Knowing the lyrics to all of my songs
Having fake fans just tryna tag along
If you aint got haters then you doing some wrong
Smoking on good cookie got me all in my zone
Got me all in my zone
Ima get shit young niggas aint have
2 door jag
Designer my pants when I sag
Thanking god I aint pick up that rag
When I die they all gone be glad
When I'm up they all gone be mad
But I promise i aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
Danky Frxnkie - When I Blow Lyrics
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Watch when i blow ima cop me home
Put my bitch inna wagon g ride down the road
Going on tour selling out shows
Knowing the lyrics to all of my songs
Having fake fans just tryna tag along
If you aint got haters then you doing some wrong
Smoking on good cookie got me all in my zone
Got me all in my zone
Ima get shit young niggas aint have
2 door jag
Designer my pants when I sag
Thanking god I aint pick up that rag
When I die they all gone be glad
When I'm up they all gone be mad
But I promise i aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
Got a down bitch with my brothers from the sandbox
Put the game in a head lock
Going to the top
Precise with the shit like a dead shot
Was a young kid selling crack rocks
Now i'm in the booth making slaps so hard it'll make yo whole block rock
Rather chase money then f*ck with a thot thot
Never caught lacking got a 40 and the bitch go blat blat
Go blat blat
In a sprinter van
Feel like the man
Popping tags i aint ever popping xans
Cramp in my thumb
Countin up bands
Just wait till i touch hunnid grand
Watch when my diamonds shine like a lamp
Water my neck
Feeling all damp
Bitch I'm a goat
You is a lamb
Talking that shit but you know you a fan
Watch when i blow ima cop me home
Put my bitch inna wagon g ride down the road
Going on tour selling out shows
Knowing the lyrics to all of my songs
Having fake fans just tryna tag along
If you aint got haters then you doing some wrong
Smoking on good cookie got me all in my zone
Got me all in my zone
Ima get shit young niggas aint have
2 door jag
Designer my pants when I sag
Thanking god I aint pick up that rag
When I die they all gone be glad
When I'm up they all gone be mad
But I promise i aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
Put my bitch inna wagon g ride down the road
Going on tour selling out shows
Knowing the lyrics to all of my songs
Having fake fans just tryna tag along
If you aint got haters then you doing some wrong
Smoking on good cookie got me all in my zone
Got me all in my zone
Ima get shit young niggas aint have
2 door jag
Designer my pants when I sag
Thanking god I aint pick up that rag
When I die they all gone be glad
When I'm up they all gone be mad
But I promise i aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
Got a down bitch with my brothers from the sandbox
Put the game in a head lock
Going to the top
Precise with the shit like a dead shot
Was a young kid selling crack rocks
Now i'm in the booth making slaps so hard it'll make yo whole block rock
Rather chase money then f*ck with a thot thot
Never caught lacking got a 40 and the bitch go blat blat
Go blat blat
In a sprinter van
Feel like the man
Popping tags i aint ever popping xans
Cramp in my thumb
Countin up bands
Just wait till i touch hunnid grand
Watch when my diamonds shine like a lamp
Water my neck
Feeling all damp
Bitch I'm a goat
You is a lamb
Talking that shit but you know you a fan
Watch when i blow ima cop me home
Put my bitch inna wagon g ride down the road
Going on tour selling out shows
Knowing the lyrics to all of my songs
Having fake fans just tryna tag along
If you aint got haters then you doing some wrong
Smoking on good cookie got me all in my zone
Got me all in my zone
Ima get shit young niggas aint have
2 door jag
Designer my pants when I sag
Thanking god I aint pick up that rag
When I die they all gone be glad
When I'm up they all gone be mad
But I promise i aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
I aint going out sad
Writer: Danky Frxnkie
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