BLAHBLAHLBAH lyrics

[VERSE ONE - MILES POWERS]
I been in my seat all day, write and mix and master
We a lively mix of bast*rds hit the gas like I don't need a break
Sayin' that we need to talk, walk it then let’s demonstrate
I'ma give my bros a ring in June like this the NBA
So we can rec that album, seconds countin' what you reckon now then?
I reckon I been undermined now this my time I’m shinin'
Don’t check the comments, I got burners on the side and I’m a hermit in my hideout
"How that workin'?” Workin' fine man, I been mindin' mine

[HOOK - MILES POWERS]
Call me B.I.G., I'm a f*ckin' rap phenomenon
On my wrist is another blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Oh you lit so you rappin' on and on and on
Talk your sh*t but I'm runnin' now, I’m out I'm gone
Call me B.I.G., I'm a f*ckin' rap phеnomenon
On my wrist is another blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Oh you lit so you talkin' on and on and on
Talk your sh*t but I'm runnin' now, I’m out I'm gone

[VERSE TWO - WHYANDOTTE]
(Hi guys!) Evеrybody run!
Dottie came back and he got a gun
Called that sh*t pneumonia, it’s in your lungs
They say it’s a draco, I’m having fun
That’s what rappers do, right?
Money clothes hoes by the magnitude, right?
Shooting for the top spot, nonstop, A List
Talk about a murder, end up on a playlist
Talk about the fam, damn, what the f*ck you saying?
That don’t get you no hoes, what the f*ck you playing
If skills sold truth be told, I wouldn’t have a plan to ice myself
At thirty years old, I'm Golden!
[VERSE THREE - ATWOOD]
I been on my sh*t, I been on my tip (ay yuh)
Phonin' up the chick, she gon want the di*k (ay yuh)
She said keep it in, guess she want some kids
Guess she already prolly decided that I’m that f*ckin' b*tch
I been feeling mean on my queen sh*t
Polly only wanted the cracker because he clean with it
Know they only coppin' the capital cuz he kingpinning
Yeah the team winnin' but I love it when they keep winnin'

[HOOK - MILES POWERS]
Call me B.I.G., I'm a f*ckin' rap phenomenon
On my wrist is another blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Oh you lit so you rappin' on and on and on
Talk your sh*t but I'm runnin' now, I’m out I'm gone
Call me B.I.G., I'm a f*ckin' rap phenomenon
On my wrist is another blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
Oh you lit so you talkin' on and on and on
Talk your sh*t but I'm runnin' now, I’m out I'm gone

[VERSE FOUR - TEEAWGO]
Don't talk about it be about it
I say what I am and if you don't like it, deal about it
They talking 'bout others like he don't got it she don't got it
When we finally get it, them motherf*ckers real quiet
That's that inside voices on the outside
So many voices in my head b*tch I got all kinds
I call for help I call support that sh*t is offline
f*ck around and get a battery charge, no alkaline
[VERSE FIVE - CHRIS WRIGHT]
Back seat really get crowded when all the homies here
I just keep my hand on the wheel, and I let the devil steer
Talking like you body me, but can you touch reflections?
Here it’s working, working fine, I guess you need some introspection dear
It’s all up in mind, and I don’t need no private section
You can search but you won’t find, I’m out of town, I’m giving lectures
Why you biting on my line, I reel you in, and then I toss it
I ain’t ever take no losses, talking sh*t ain’t ever cost me sh*t