BLOW! lyrics

[Intro]
Shneaky with it

[Chorus: XATASHI]
Came in this b*tch, two guns on me, it’s a Glock and a stick
Brodie wanted smoke, we gon’ pull, let it rip
Two bad b*tches, they just want the di*k
If you want smoke, you get shot, you get mof*ckin’ rolled up
Choppa gon’ pop, give you more than a coma
Choppa gon’ pop, this choppa gon’ blow up
b*tch get the f*ck off my gun ain’t no boner
Huh, you wanted smoke, you get shot down
Empty the clip on this b*tch, get the mop now
Iced out wrist and the b*tch wanna f*ck now
b*tch wanna f*ck? Get the f*ck out my face now

[Verse 1: XATASHI]
b*tch wanna f*ck, get the f*ck out my face now
Two bad hoes want a taste of this di*k now
Came in this b*tch with a Glock, you get sprayed down
b*tch bust it down on my di*k, what’s her name now?
Like b*tch, what thе f*ck is your mof*ckin’ name now?
I came with a strap, red dot on thе di*k now
b*tch, hit my phone up, decline cause I'm up now
Don't give a f*ck about hoes, I want bucks now
I don't want no f*cking b*tch, I don't want no f*cking hoe
I came with straps, I came with poles
Two blades on me Kirito, I swing that sh*t and hit your throat
Your b*tch want me, I want dough
Get that b*tch right on her fours
I f*ck that b*tch pass to the bros
[Verse 2: Grioten]
Like, mira nena yo no sé qué hacer
Tú eres un bad b*tch y te lo quiero meter
Tengo balas pa tu cara te metes con el fed
Tengo pene para Shiki Shaquille y Chanel
Y yo soy un playboy, te uso como un toy, eh
Tengo mucha fama y lo uso como un ploy
Todos mis amigos ganan money son employed
Y si me vee’s en la calle no te metes dumb boy
Like b*tch like
Yeah, came in the scene, like what? (What)
Like, pull up on go and I made it out the mud
Mama said it wasn’t worth, but I showed her what’s up (What’s up)
Now I’m doing what I want, and the money rollin’ up
Yuh, I pull up with a Glock and a stick
You a bot, you a b*tch
You a dog, when I tell you sh*t down, you sh*t
Your girlfriend just told me that she is a switch
Like damn, where your man’s at?

[Chorus: XATASHI]
Came in this b*tch, two guns on me, it’s a Glock and a stick
Brodie wanted smoke, we gon’ pull, let it rip
Two bad b*tches, they just want the di*k
If you want smoke, you get shot, you get mof*ckin’ rolled up
Choppa gon’ pop, give you more than a coma
Choppa gon’ pop, this choppa gon’ blow up
b*tch get the f*ck off my gun ain’t no boner
Huh, you wanted smoke, you get shot down
Empty the clip on this b*tch, get the mop now
Iced out wrist and the b*tch wanna f*ck now
b*tch wanna f*ck? Get the f*ck out my face now
Huh, you wanted smoke, you get shot down
Empty the clip on this b*tch, get the mop now
Iced out wrist and the b*tch wanna f*ck now
b*tch wanna f*ck? Get the f*ck out my face now