Blast! lyrics
by Fifty Grand
Bands all on my b*tch n*gga
She eat kids then I get wit her
pus*y n*gga ain't pull-up on me
I take the blade the I dip wit it
Hide the body f*ck a b*tch n*gga
I won’t testify f*ck yo plead n*gga
Yeah
Look at the cuts on my wrist
Look at the blood on my wrist
Cold as the mist
Ten finger tat on my wrist
That n*gga cold as a b*tch
Sit on my di*k
That b*tch been sucking my di*k
Pop him like he was a zit
In front of his b*tch
Empty the clip on a b*tch
I still be talking that sh*t