Blam Blam lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm shy, oh my God)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Never had a swell, man
Not the devil, but I been to hell, man
My arm dropping, I can't be no mailman
(Rich Slime Global)
[?] whipping sh*t out the pan, man
I'm just boolin', sh*t, like a fan, man
Draco got the kick, it go blam blam

[Verse: Slimesito, BeezyB, Sn8ke]
In the trap, touching plata like a mailman
Try to up that fire on me, that sh*t gon' fail, man
Feel like Tip, all my guap got them rubberbands
Feel like Shawty Lo, these b*tches know that I'm the man
I just pour the six zips, I'm on kickstand
Double seal the pack, you know I did that in Saran
I got blood up on my diamonds like I'm from the motherland
Man, I don't f*ck with none of you n*ggas like I'm riding with the Klan
I'm f*cking on your b*tch, she told the that you been a fan
I'm really out here in the streets, I'm selling tan
n*ggas really having sticks like wе from Iran
Free my n*ggas, man, they locked up in that can
Opps getting smokеd, we do they ass just like a [?]
n*ggas try to run up then they getting blammed
Red, white and blue, but it ain't no Uncle Sam
n*ggas getting burned, now they posted on the 'Gram
We stay in the kitchen cooking, we ain't cooking Spam
We with b*tches taking molly, yeah, that sh*t a ten
I got a Glock 19X, yeah, that b*tch a tan
I got that plata in my pocket, I can make a fan
I got a Glock with a MOS sight, and I know it won't jam
Wake up, get them bands, wake up, load my chopper
I'm with them young n*ggas, and they spin just like a helicopter
I'm in that b*tch, I'm selling them meds, I feel just like the doctor
I want a all black Prada suit, young n*gga feel like a mobster
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Never had a swell, man
Not the devil, but I been to hell, man
My arm dropping, I can't be no mailman
(Rich Slime Global, pus*y)
[?] whipping sh*t out the pan, man
I'm just boolin', sh*t, like a fan, man
Draco got the kick, it go blam blam

[Outro]
(Global, never local)