Blow lyrics
by Haji Basto
[Intro: Young Wiggy Guzzi]
(LENO)
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus: Young Wiggy Guzzi & Haji Basto]
This sh*t is filled to the tip top, it's finna blow
Yeah, me and Guzzi got that big drop, we finna score
Don’t tell no pussies bout no drizzies, 'cause they wouldn't go
Tell 12 don’t ask me bout no murders, 'cause I wouldn't know
Woulda called them n*ggas like we ready, but they wouldn't show
Your b*tch keep staring at my VVs like she tryna go
And how I found out that you ran, damn I should've known it
And then I seen it in those statements that you really told it
[Verse 1: Young Wiggy Guzzi & Haji Basto]
You're in the streets, turned rat to turn Muslim, boy you really bogus
My team, my family, my gang, my money, that's my only focus
This sh*t will have you out of breath, this sh*t will have you chokin'
We givin’ straight head taps, yeah that’s how we just smoked 'em
And I was really in the trap with all the f*ckin’ roaches
We got them Glocks, XD's, yeah, that's what we be perkin'
And I cut dutty up his block just like I dutty verses
I bring the switchy to the spot and then they bring out hearses
And I be ballin’ in the courts like I be in the playoffs
Every day I'm shooin' sh*t, I never take no day offs
And my trap stay runnin', I can't get laid off
And if a n*gga run up on me, I'ma blow his face off
I be really in the trenches with the f*cking gang'nem
And my n*ggas got thirties with the f*cking switchies
We just tryna catch a opp and just do him filthy
We just tryna catch a opp and put him on CP
We just tryna catch a opp and smoke him by the pound
You know I'm really in the trenches in the f*ckin' 'Towns
And you know I'm with the top opp, we tryna gun some down
We tryna run a n*gga down and turn him to some loud
[Chorus: Young Wiggy Guzzi & Haji Basto]
This sh*t is filled to the tip top, it's finna blow
Yeah, me and Guzzi got that big drop, we finna score
Don't tell no pussies bout no drizzies, 'cause they wouldn't go
Tell 12 don't ask me bout no murders, 'cause I wouldn't know
Woulda called them n*ggas like we ready, but they wouldn't show
Your b*tch keep staring at my VVs like she tryna go
And how I found out that you ran, damn I should've known it
And then I seen it in those statements that you really told it
[Verse 2: Young Wiggy Guzzi]
This sh*t right here, this sh*t not THC, this sh*t is smoke
And when you catch 'em up in traffic, shoot them off the road
And I be clutching on my fire, you know the streets is cold
And please don't ask me 'bout no goofies, that lil' boy went rogue
I see myself inside some shorties, so I try to mold him
Them boys be suspect in the hood, I was asking what you holdin' (Switchies)
And when them n*ggas give you that real sh*t, then the ones you roll with (Killers)
One connect, he told me to stop rappin', he said you get so rich
Live my life like death before dishonour, but you n*ggas know this
They dreaming about killin', you goofies got me losing focus (Facts)
Why Hou' ain't pull a gun out that hat, they made him hocus pocus
And I ain't gon' cap, no I'm not rich, but yeah I'm getting closer
[Chorus: Young Wiggy Guzzi & Haji Basto]
This sh*t is filled to the tip top, it's finna blow
Yeah, me and Guzzi got that big drop, we finna score
Don't tell no pussies bout no drizzies, 'cause they wouldn't go
Tell 12 don't ask me bout no murders, 'cause I wouldn't know
Woulda called them n*ggas like we ready, but they wouldn't show
Your b*tch keep staring at my VVs like she tryna go
And how I found out that you ran, damn I should've known it
And then I seen it in those statements that you really told it