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lirik lagu blast – mello buckzz

[intro]
uh, uh
yeah, yeah, yeah (chew chew)
let’s get it
buckzz, look

[chorus]
pull up, blast, had to get out, chase him down, that boy was fast
ain’t no time run and grab a pipe, we push up on his ass
better not pull on this whip (skrrt, skrrt), i’ll up the switch and make ’em crash (grrah, grrah)
police on me, i don’t panic, high*speed ready, do the dash (woo, woo)
i got my thirty on my lap, lil’ gangster b*tch, she from no limit
rollin’ weed, drive with my knees and five percent every time i’m spinnin’
you can’t come around, you told, don’t honor rats, your ass mickey (your ass a rat)
say you gangster but you told, get out the streets and get on disney (get out the streets)

[verse 1]
internet be all bap, you don’t stand on sh*t you typin’
n*ggas don’t drop but music, y’all be losin’, we be strikin’
i down six in one, we pull up on the opps, sh*t, like we bowlin’
bodies droppin’ back*to*back, like, what’s the score? sh*t, i don’t know this
well respected, well protected ‘where i go, don’t make me show you
hood princess, might just be the one to make that call and zo you
local n*gga tryna bap (yeah)? now the whole city know you (yeah)
turn your ass into a pack (huh?), make the whole city smoke you
when we slide, you better hop out if he run, make sure you hawk somethin’ (hawk him)
walk him down, stand over that body like you dropped somethin’ (hawk him down)
it’s gon’ be two shootouts on that block, that’s if the cops come, hmm (grrah, grrah)
the gang nicknamed “drench” the way we mop somethin’
[chorus]
pull up, blast, had to get out, chase him down, that boy was fast
ain’t no time run and grab a pipe, we push up on his ass
better not pull on this whip, i’ll up the switch and make ’em crash
police on me, i don’t panic, high*speed ready, do the dash
i got my thirty on my lap (huh? huh?), lil’ gangster b*tch, she from no limit (she from no limit)
rollin’ weed, drive with my knees and five percent every time i’m spinnin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
you can’t come around, you told, don’t honor rats, your ass mickey (your ass a rat)
say you gangster but you told, get out the streets and get on disney (get out the trenches)

[verse 2]
sh*lls and bodies all around and now they block like a beach
been steady walkin’ down the opps, we got these n*ggas by the feet
we got the oppers cliquin’ up, well, we gon’ leave ’em where they meet
that switch gon’ chew him, spit him out, treat him like a piece of meat
my lil’ bro thirteen with two bs under his belt, he big balenci
i ain’t wake up and decide to be this way, this sh*t just in me
n*ggas mad i’m really her, b*tches too, that’s why they envy
steady beatin’ down the stu’, my mouth like bobby and this whitney
muwop got me sippin’ wock’, now i done dozed off
slimey, i’ll take a n*gga home and wipe his nose off
swear to god, we used to open up they blocks and now it’s closed off
hollows get to rippin’ through his head, knock some ‘fros off (some ‘fros off)
how you claim you gangster? you ain’t even in the streets
a n*gga think he stepped to me, i put some shots up in his feet (grrah, grrah)
and, yeah, i heard he in a straight, well, we gon’ leave him in the seat
he left his brains all in the car, somebody get that boy a sheet
and you ain’t gotta send no lo’ ’cause if it’s up, i’ma address it (huh? huh?)
n*gga think he take mine, f*ck two, i’m takin’ seven (huh? huh?)
we won’t send him to the er, we gon’ send his ass to heaven
b*tches rappin’ off of beat, man, let me give they ass a lesson
let me give they ass a, uh, yeah
let me give they ass a lesson
b*tches rappin’ off of beat, man, let me give they ass a lesson (huh? huh?)
(yeah, let me give they ass a lesson)
(b*tches rappin’ off of beat, man, let me give they ass a lesson)
[chorus]
pull up, blast, had to get out, chase him down, that boy was fast
ain’t no time run and grab a pipe, we push up on his ass (we push up on him)
better not pull on this whip, i’ll up the switch and make ’em crash (grrah)
police on me, i don’t panic, high*speed ready, do the dash (grrah, grrah, grrah*grrah)
i got my thirty on my lap, lil’ gangster b*tch, she from no limit
rollin’ weed, drive with my knees and five percent every time i’m spinnin’
you can’t come around, you told, don’t honor rats, your ass mickey (your ass a rat)
say you gangster but you told, get out the streets and get on disney (get out the trenches, chew chew)

- mello buckzz

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