BLast gottem lyrics

I dont give a f*ck, about a n*gga
You wanna get up, okay go figure
This street sh*t (so) tough, we pull them triggas
These n*ggas mad as f*ck, cus i rap betta
Lil hoe ass boy you dont wanna go [?]
I get money like trump (trump)
Dunk onna chump (chump)
I count money yous a b*tch
[Do you have bands?] do you run
[Also?] laughing at this sh*t, this sh*t fun, this sh*t done, on my gun
Oh my god yous a lame yous a fraud
Grown man acting like a motherf*ckin thot b*tch
Underworld records, Jugg2k sh*t
(Underwold records, strictly from the underground)
When i come through, cus we f*cked up off the three C’s
Perky’s, hydro’s, you know and i know
You ain't got no spine no, [?]
You pussies vinyl, you n*ggas vaginal
You are not a rival, the percs on my bible
I turn homicidal
Ay
We gon trample on that lame, like sum motherf*ckin rhinos
[?], im taking yo title
I am your idlе, im relying on my tribe yo
3500
Blast gottem
Blast gottеm (gottem)
Blast gottem
Blast gottem (gottem)
Blast gottem
Blast gottem