Blow It Out

I was finna go on em

Show up and I show out

I was going dumb on em

I got the drum I'll blow

It out

I was finna go on em

Show up and I show out

I was going dumb on em

I got the drum I'll blow it out

You know the midwest go

I'm with my boy from the west coast

Palm trees and the best smoke

Take a puff hold your breath then let go

You gotta watch what you say When you speak to a savage

Fuckin with me you might see me Rip the head off a dragon

Been on this paper chasin shit

And the move is my habit

The lyrics is wet

I think I need to use me a

Napkin

From the midwest nigga

Where we run with the bandits

Crazy motherfuckers too shit

We love to take chances

To the top is where we headed

And we takin advantage

Completed a couple of goals

Now we makin advancements

Back in the town

I'm blowin all smoke in the air

This loud pack will blow you back And put your ass in a chair

Don't ask for your prayers

The hatin shit I'm always aware

So keep your negative energy in a place of despair

Man my vibe is so nice that you couldn't even compare

And if you talkin bout beef

Well how would you like it prepared

Cause I'm a sizzle shit

Deep fried and drizzlin

My flow will hit you like a pistol grip

I was finna go on em

Show up and I show out

I was goin dumb on em

I got the drum I'll blow it out

I was finna go on em

Show up and I show out

I was goin dumb on em

I got the drum I'll blow it out

You know the Midwest go

I'm with my boy from the west coast

Palm trees and the best smoke

Take a puff hold your breath then let go

I just roll up my sleeve

Take a dip in the cheese

And if I'm pullin up

Then I'm swishin from three

Flexing on niggas like shit is a breeze

I stay on my feet that's the way of a G

Watch em all fall cause they weak in the knees

A man and THE man are two different things

I'm tryin to keep it straight while life keep throwin curve balls Counting up cash and torchin dabs till I doze off

Only time I'm wakin up is when the paper call

G'd up from the feet up

I don't play at all

And you know I'm showin out if I'm showin up

Big subs in the trunk I'm finna blow it up

I keep it lit up it stay goin down

While you ain't ever really got enough to go around

Makin big moves is what the clique do

Big dawg status and you other niggas shitzu's

I was finna go on em

Show up and I show out

I was goin dumb on em

I got the drum I'll blow it out

I was finna go on em

Show up and I show out

I was goin dumb on em

I got the drum I'll blow it out

You know the Midwest go

I'm with my boy from the west coast

Palm trees and the best smoke

Take a puff hold your breath then let go

Pull up watch a nigga hop out it

I ain't tryin to holla baby

All I chase is dollars

Problem solvin with revolvers

Run with the gualas

Hit em with the Llama

Ain't no guarantee tomorrow

Drop bombs atomic

Move the bricks like sonic

How ironic you only got lint up in your pockets

Not really ain't into all that gossip

Narrating decimals and commas

Trying to get the money taller

Clip long like a toddler

Mad cause your girl swallow

And she give me dollars

By the end of tomorrow no promise

Get it poppin

Already made a few commas

Stoppin the guap

Talkin like you got it

Still window shoppin

Your girl still callin

But she get no answer

Shitting on these niggas like pampers

Fuck around a nigga have to blam something

I was finna go on em

Show up and I show out

I was goin dumb on em

I got the drum I'll blow it out

I was finna go on em

Show up and I show out

I was goin dumb on em

I got the drum I'll blow it out

You know the midwest go

I'm with my boy from the west coast

Palm trees and the best smoke

Take a puff hold your breath then let go