BLOW ME A DXB

Original

Nigga, you not wavy than the boy, the wavy man.

Nigga, I got a better car, I got better songs, I look better, I got more bitches, nigga.

I just live better than you, nigga. I'm the best, nigga. You niggas sitting around at the gym.

Ni- ni- niggas up under there, fake groupie niggas.

Like y'all writing records and y'all niggas just sitting around watching that nigga look good.

Ain't none of y'all niggas out there making nothing happen, nigga.

You know I'm wavy like Max B, blow me a dub. She wanna roll with the tug.

I wish that Deezy was here, so he could throw me a hug.

If I'm stepping out, my soldiers are tucked. I know the judge, but she could throw me the book.

And when shit gets hard, brodie, don't you give up. I be kicking in the booth, just loading it up.

I got a tree like the green the way I'm rolling it up.

I ain't reaching till my brodies are up. Sometimes I'm all alone in the cut. Sometimes I hit the club and put

Patron in a cup. Sometimes I simplify and put my soul in my cup.

I don't know about love, but she can hold her own up. If it's up, then it's stuck.

I feel like throwing up, I left her now she hoeing up.

And when this track comes on, I feel like sobering up. Amount of times I made a pack go missing.

Amount of times I hit the road, no mask, hit missions.

When I was sat in prison, had the maddest visions. Throw man in the back, go missing.

My young kids tryna hit off the back of visions. That's a moped for my old heads on the block like Lopez.

And I ain't going back in the ride, we gotta smoke feds.

Amount of times I made a pack go missing.

You're gonna, you're gonna do so much, you're gonna be like, "Rah, I didn't even know. " It's just timing, fam.

You're treating it like the streets, and that's how we done it. It's the same as the streets, bro. Do you get it?

A man can't tell you how to fucking shop your food when you whipped it.

You gotta go by the feedback off the fiends, and keep the block jumping and maintain it.

Amount of times I hit the chat, no mask, hit missions.

When I was sat in prison, had the maddest visions. Throw man in the back, go missing.

My young kids tryna hit off the back of visions.

And you ain't never had to live in the pad, but let me tell you about the visions I had.

And yo, that four-by-four made me into a different man. Only thing on my mind was coming home, running homes.

You know how the certain goes, running phones. You know how this shit goes.

And they ain't really know that I could switch flows. Went from a bitch phone to a brick phone.

I really, really love this shit. Amount of times I hit them country chips.

I hate when niggas come around me on some funky shit.

Dumping clips, I need a hundred sticks, but they ain't got no WAPs, no poles.

I must have spent a hundred racks on clothes. I came home, now I'm eating lows, beating O's.

I hate phones, got me speaking codes.

But me praying to God that these demons goes, praying to God that -these demons goes. -You already are what you think you are.

You already are where you wanna be, bro. It's just timing, fam.

Your next three singles or your next project, watch where you are.

The next three after that, and watch. . . Do you get what I'm saying?

Because you got no one behind you saying, "Yeah, we should make a song for this," or, "Sony, Sony wants to do this," and bro, you're just, you're doing your thing.

Amount of times I hit the chat, no mask, hit missions.

When I was sat in prison, had the maddest visions. Throw man in the back, go missing.

My young kids tryna hit off the back of visions. And you ain't never had to live in a pad?

Nigga, nigga, nigga, talk all that. . .

Nigga, niggas just sitting around watching that nigga. . .

Yo, nigga, nigga, nigga, pick the phone up.