Thanos (Blow It) lyrics

by

Ethereal


[Intro]
Yeah, what? Yeah, what? Yeah, what? What?
Yeah, huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm killin' these n*ggas, they calling me c*cky
n*ggas is mad and nobody can stop me
I'm in my bag and there's no need to brag
And you n*ggas get smacked, I'm your dad and your papi
I'm finna blow, I already know it
I spit hits, I'm a f*ckin' poet
You n*ggas sh*t, you need to f*ckin' quit
You take potential hits and then you f*ckin' blow it

[Verse 1]
I hop on this beat I'm finessing
Look at these blessings, all of my exes from Texas
You n*ggas is guessing that I will start stressing
Fall back to depression just 'cause yo' rejection
I kill beats, these instrumentals
n*ggas talking 'bout, "He got potential"
n*ggas joining groups, tryna be Avengers
Scared to stand alone, scared to disassemble
I'm droppin' sh*t way before December
Be afraid, hope you do remember
In the Escalade, drinking Ace of Spades
Doing escapades, yeah, I do adventures
Droppin' sh*t, you know that I'm poppin' sh*t
I switched up my swag and they copied it
Got in my bag and I pulled off the tag
And I don't mean to brag on my mothaf*ckin' c*cky sh*t
n*ggas is, n*ggas is wack
Smokin' on crack, I am on fire like Jack
I do the same thing as Thugger:
When cops come and pull up, yeah, I put that brack in my brack
n*ggas corny, n*ggas whistle blow
n*ggas kiss ass, n*gga mistletoe
You gotta thick ass? You should let me know!
I make big cash, Giuseppe' toe
[Chorus]
I'm killin' these n*ggas, they calling me c*cky
n*ggas is mad and nobody can stop me
I'm in my bag and there's no need to brag
And you n*ggas get smacked, I'm your dad and your papi
I'm finna blow, I already know it
I spit hits, I'm a f*ckin' poet
You n*ggas sh*t, you need to f*ckin' quit
You take potential hits and then you f*ckin' blow it

[Verse 2]
You blew it!
Yeah, n*gga you blew it!
Had the mothaf*ckin' ball and you threw it
You had the screw and you didn't even screw it
Yes, I am Lil Nas and I'm 'bout to get to it
I sh*t on you n*ggas, right now, I'm just fartin'
Enter the game, all you n*ggas departin'
You won't be braggin' about yo' Ferrari
I'm killin' you n*ggas and no, I'm not sorry!

[Chorus]
I'm killin' these n*ggas, they calling me c*cky
n*ggas is mad and nobody can stop me
I'm in my bag and there's no need to brag
And you n*ggas get smacked, I'm your dad and your papi
I'm finna blow, I already know it
I spit hits, I'm a f*ckin' poet
You n*ggas sh*t, you need to f*ckin' quit
You take potential hits and then you f*ckin' blow it
I'm killin' these n*ggas, they calling me c*cky
n*ggas is mad and nobody can stop me
I'm in my bag and there's no need to brag
And you n*ggas get smacked, I'm your dad and your papi
I'm finna blow, I already know it
I spit hits, I'm a f*ckin' poet
You n*ggas sh*t, you need to f*ckin' quit
You take potential hits and then you f*ckin' blow it
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