Blow sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Jdot Breezy]
(Damn, Trademark)
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mh
Ayy, b*tch

[Verse 1: Jdot Breezy]
What I'm smoking on stank, n*gga? This sh*t potent
Part of X, now I'm 10 times focus
n*gga time is money, why the f*ck you out here chosen?
I don't ran of me a bag, if you ain't motherf*cking notice
Rojay popped of Percy in a back and I he rolling
And a cat, we turn up head and don't know where we going
My first car was a Toyota, b*tch, because I stole it
Take your sh*t pump faking with a stick, this n*gga bogus
While then with my black Forces on and, I'm on bullsh*t
n*gga think he doing all right thing, left way is calling
I don't wanna know your hold ass dumb, I wanna open
I seen a K up and I stole the stock up on that b*tch and folding
Blow sh*t, I like I got no sense
Who you calling pus*y, boy? Mama ain't raised no b*tch
Jdot Breezy it been a man, n*ggas just not noticed it
f*ck 'bout who they say I am, tell them all the bloody

[Verse 2: Screwly G]
f*ck about who they say I am
Tеll them all get off my di*k
n*ggas be talking about bodiеs, but we got bodies, we the ones getting n*ggas hit
n*ggas be talking about drills, ain't got no kills, we the ones who step on sh*t
Soon as I bounced out the car, he couldn't even run, his dumb ass knew it was in
Who you calling pus*y, boy? Mama ain't raised no b*tch
On the street a honey shells
Empty out, the whole switch
Why you acting gangster for? n*gga, you a hoe snitch
n*ggas got them guns and all them pics, but ain't gonna blow sh*t
Smoke sh*t, kill a opp on camera out the jeeper, 'cause it's stolen
I just popped the opp, tryna do it again, it don't make no sense
I just got the drop, ran out the door, know where I'm going
We just not another n*gga off, 'cause he was trollin'
And a checkout speeding through the option, we just rolling
Lil' bro driving fast, we catch us while, we hop out blowin'
He ain't never shot that gun before look, "Hey homie"
Shot his ass so many times, they said, "We did on bogus"
I ran up a bag, if you ain't motherf*cking notice
Pay to see some bloodshed on they street, where they be posted
Catches one he f*ck gonna send his b*tch ass west browin'
He died for a post me, bang the most, got killed for jokin'
Tryna have that 30 and my pants, but it keep pokin'
Puff thinking with that gun, we watched the run, so why he told me
Ran his b*tch ass down, when he turned around and he like, "Oh, sh*t"
n*ggas be talking about money and got no money, that's his bro sh*t