Blow It (feat. Foogiano) - Big Scarr

Mob, mob, ho Gang (Mob, nigga) Yxng Stov Ayy, we cutthroat around here, nigga (Real cutthroat, nigga) You might wanna move around (Better move) Look O-Okay, this that drop (Huh?) Not that re-rock, he want clout (Nah) Make him famous with this Glock (Huh?) Put his picture at the top (Boom) Yelling, "Fuck 'em, I got guap" (Ho) Big old knots (Racks), run or get dropped She wanna fuck (Huh?), we in the spot Big old racks, I count 'em out Like one (One) Two (Two, nigga) Three (Three) Four (Huh? Four) Five sticks, here they go (Grah, grah, grah) And I put six in the head, seven days a week, I get that dough (Huh? Huh? Ho) I poured an eight down in my Fanta, I was tired of pouring fours (Eight, mud, mud) He said he gangster, but I looked him in his eyes, seen he ain't 'bout it (Huh? What? Ho) MO3 throw that oop, I dunk his ass just like I'm Dwight Howard (Grah) And I might be new to this rap game, but I ain't new to these streets (Huh? No, no) Let a nigga try me, put him six feet, yeah, he going deep (What? Six feet, deep) And I'm authentic as they come, .223's comin' out this drum (What? Boom, boom, boom) MO3 calls me, tells me that he need you gone, I get it done (Huh? Woah) Yeah, I come up out them trenches, bitch, I'm really from the slums (What? Mob, mob) And boy, I put it on my son, we ain't doin' one-on-ones (Nah, mob, mob) Niggas say I ain't gon' slide, boy, on my mama, I'ma slide (Huh? Slide, slide) I'ma have your mama, baby, grandma, sister, brother cryin' (Damn, huh? They cryin') I drank that Henny, turned me up, boy, that shit turned me to a dog (Huh? Dog, dog) And, boy, I filled this Backwood up with zaza, it's fat like a log (Huh? Foo) One (One) Two (Two, nigga) Three (Three) Four (Huh? Four) Five sticks, here they go (Grah, grah, grah) And I put six in the head, seven days a week, I get that dough (Huh? Huh? Ho) I poured an eight down in my Fanta, I was tired of pouring fours (Eight, mud, mud, MO-motherfuckin'-3) Big old chopper strap off in my joggers (What?), who protectin' 3? My bodyguard (Yeah), oh, you don't see this bitch? This F&N on me (Baow) Lil' bro got bodies (What?), he don't show his face, young nigga barely speak (Yeah) Foogiano (What?) pull up semi-auto (Yeah), that's on M-O-B (Gang) .223 (gang), will chop down a tree (Tree), Lil P push his top back (Top back) Big bankroll (Roll), AP match my teeth (Teeth), VV's, yeah, I copped that (Bling) Fly ho (Ho), big old booty freak (Freak), fuck her, she come right back Got good throat, damn near took my soul (Yeah), Foo, she need to stop that (Gang) One (One) Two (Two, nigga) Three (Three) Four (Huh? Four) Five sticks, here they go (Grah, grah, grah) And I put six in the head, seven days a week, I get that dough (Huh? Huh? Ho) I poured an eight down in my Fanta, I was tired of pouring fours

Yeah, nigga (huh? Mob?) 2020, boy (uh) Y'all done fucked up now, nigga (it's bad) Huh? Yeah (Authentic or nothin') Baby mama ain't shit (naw) She won't let me see my son (hoe) But you fuck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun Pussy, ain't no one on one (rrah) Nigga, we come from the slums (mob) 30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds Yeah, pussy boy them drums (drums) Have you prayin' like a nun (huh?) I ain't never been a actor Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (uh) The mayor but she call me master (uh) Got her to the spot Gave that bitch a Perc', now she geekin' like a banshee (geek) She couldn't e'en understand me (ah) When I told her drop her panties 448, I get 'em gone (ah) Boy, this a hunned million dollar phone They hit my jack they say they need the strong Boy, you look broke as hell, you need a loan? My nigga, I'm nice, so you can have a loan (ah) Yo', bitch told me "That was nice" and then we boned (uh) No time to cuff, a nigga know I'm gone Trap on the defense, boy, I'm in the zone Ain't gotta say it, you know how I'm comin' (uh) Big nuts they hangin' like a monkey Say he got 50 bags down in the dungeon Boy, I hear take some and he say he bummin' Say he gon' shoot, well bih what it do? (Ah) I think he bluffin', nigga, where the proof? Told you we comin' and we want the loot Try me, boy, I'ma leave you with no roof I got that drank, bitch I got that juice No, I ain't bishop, but I keep the tool Lil bitch, it's Foo, but try me like a fool I promise ya you won't make another move I'm in my groove, yeah, nigga, I'm back Boy, I heard you been cuffin' on that net That bitch she lick me down until my sack You got a new name, boy, we call you Pat He want the smoke, well, bih, what it is? You know I'm slimy, nigga, like a eel (slime) Know I'll pop a nigga like a pill Know I be drankin' mud straight out the seal (mud) Yeah, it's the mayor and I'm with the Mob (mob) Yeah, we be trappin', bih, we don't do fraud My trappers they young and layin' in ya yard, bih Ah? Baby mama ain't shit (naw) She won't let me see my son (hoe) But you fuck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun Pussy, ain't no one on one (rrah) Nigga, we come from the slums (mob) 30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds Yeah, pussy boy them drums (drums) Have you prayin' like a nun (huh?) I ain't never been a actor Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (uh) The mayor but she call me master (uh) Got her to the spot Gave that bitch a Perc', now she geekin' like a banshee (geek) She couldn't e'en understand me (ah) When I told her drop her panties She can keep her panties on when I hit her, yeah (yeah) She told me hurry up and take my 'fit off, yeah (yeah) And she be on the clock, workin' real hard, yeah (yeah) She gon' suck my dick when she get off, yeah (go) Big bankroll in a burner Put a nigga anywhere, I'm guaranteed to turn up Don't know who the fuck told these niggas they was soldiers I put my baby mama in a motherfuckin' Rover (vroom) She caught the box when I sent in the sodas (ooh) I copped the drop, put that shit in and sold it (ooh) Fuck all that poppin', I click and it's over (ooh) We havin' Glocks in this bitch, we ain't show 'em (bah) Yeah, I got that thang, you ain't e'en know it (yeah) I just got some brain, do your thing, she be blowin' I had to change, got rich, it's annoyin' Hop out, get paid for that bitch, and I go in (go in) Nice to meet you, I pull up in the foreign, yeah Roll up, we brought a whole bowl in, yeah Fuck her after I perform (mmm) She pop a pill, she fuck like she do porn (mmm) My watch is real and I'm havin' two on (two) Fuck around and put fire on your ass if you want Fuck around and put iron on your ass like I'm Ghost (mmm) Fuck around and see me grabbin' her ass if you don't (mmm) Baby mama ain't shit (naw) She won't let me see my son (hoe) But you fuck with 'em, I'ma pop my gun Pussy, ain't no one on one (rrah) Nigga, we come from the slums (mob) 30 rounds, 50 rounds, 100 rounds Yeah, pussy boy them drums (drums) Have you prayin' like a nun (huh?) I ain't never been a actor Patrick nigga with that cappin' shit We gon' stomp his ass just like a kappa (uh) The mayor but she call me master (uh) Got her to the spot Gave that bitch a Perc', now she geekin' like a banshee (geek) She couldn't e'en understand me (ah) When I told her drop her panties (This is Authentic, nigga)

Woah Let's go (Drvmlord) Filled my cup three times, shit still soundin' like chains, nigga Let's go Gotta analyze Yeah, a nigga still fightin' demon ties Real recognize real, niggas better recognize Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm certified (certified) Hurt me to my heart, seen my mama cryin' Lil' bro only happy when you fresh or when the opp dyin' (when the opp die) Yeah, I know I'm good with the punchline But don't make me get up in the field on the frontline (frontline) Superhero 'Cat, hear the engine whine Nephew call my phone, hit the audio FaceTime (FaceTime) Lost my last bitch 'cause I ain't make time Real street runner, yeah, I'm all about a dollar sign (dollar sign) Nigga lose his life tryna take mine Bet I'm doin' life 'fore I let them niggas take mine ('fore I let 'em take mine) All about the money, can't waste time Foot up on the gas, I don't never use the brake line Uh, woah, huh? Heard they hatin' now (hatin' now) Poppin' shit every day now (every day now) Put it in they face, what the fuck they gon' say now? (Fuck they gon' say now?) Shellcatcher net on the Glock side Plenty ammunition any time you see me outside (I'm outside) Turn the opp party to a fish fry (woah) Get up on 'em close, I ain't really with the drive-by (get down) Water on me like I got baptized Pull up in the hood, let the Hellcat ghostride (bitch ghostride) And I got your bitch on my right side See you tryna call, phone ringin' like the hotline (hit decline) Strapped on the stage during show time Heard they took his chain, bet a nigga won't take mine (can't take mine) Headshot him when he cross the gun line Everybody strapped, I ain't really gotta use mine (woah, nigga, get down) Gotta analyze Yeah, a nigga still fightin' demon ties Real recognize real, niggas better recognize Look me in my eyes, you can tell that I'm certified (certified) Hurt me to my heart, seen my mama cryin' Lil' bro only happy when you fresh or when the opp dyin' (when the opp die) Yeah, I know I'm good with the punchline But don't make me get up in the field on the frontline (frontline) Superhero 'Cat, hear the engine whine Nephew call my phone, hit the audio FaceTime (FaceTime) Lost my last bitch 'cause I ain't make time Real street runner, yeah, I'm all about a dollar sign (dollar sign) Nigga lose his life tryna take mine Bet I'm doin' life 'fore I let them niggas take mine ('fore I let 'em take mine) All about the money, can't waste time Foot up on the gas, I don't never use the brake line

Double R 1818, bitch Y'all know what the fuck goin' on Y'all know we really run this shit (WavyBoyProductions) Ayy, yup Yup Stretch the pack, I throw it long like I'm Cunningham Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands Can't get 'em all, reimburse 'em then I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again Back in the trap, flippin' work again 'Member them days I was ridin' on the 10-speed Now your boy up in the big league I ain't been to Johnny, but wait 'til you see them new VV They ain't gon' want me on TV Blinded by riches like Stevie, these niggas can't see me They mimickin', wanna be me Posed in the drip, now your bitch hollerin' out, "Come and see me" Give her good dick but she [?] These niggas hoes, Catch him in traffic wit' the Drac' and I bet I'll unload Tryna get rich, that's the goal But these niggas testin' my gangsta, so I'ma expose 'em No, he don't really want smoke Said that he gangster, but seek for attention like hoes Fuck your big dawg, he a ho I jump on they foot, she be tellin' the tell-alino We get 'em in for the low My clientele good, I ain't posted in front of the store They done fucked up and freed Ghost One step on his shoe, then I'm dumpin' 'til you hit the floor Fuck all the internet posts A hundred some shots in the car, now his ass gettin' ghost We stashed the dope in the floor The junkies they runnin' in after the swing in the door I hit the plug for a boat Finessed and made jugs on the low out a realest of low Wait 'til I ice up my throat and ice up my wrists And put ice up on all of my hoes They ain't gon' like when I pop out with trap money Backends, I serve you a load of my show The .30 is on me, I up it and blew it And trust me, Lil Leak, he gon' come out to go But, nah, I'm really just sayin' Niggas out here pullin' humbles and think they the man These niggas makin' these diss songs Catch you in the endzone, get blitzed up on you and your mans Make your bitch eat up the drip Thinkin' 'bout textin' me, make his ass eat up the clip Plug gave me up on the flip Deposit it, profitin' when I go make me a flip Might have a meeting on the ship I'm on the island, the pack did deployed on the blimp I can't see none of these shrimps, big shark in the water Immediately, these lil' niggas can't swim You see the "F" on the rims I'm in the car doin' the dash with a bitch named Kim Drippin' salt might make a spill Might leave a stain, but I'm still out here packin' a steel My youngin, he fresh off a kill Fuck all that talkin', he ready to do him a drill Boy, you ain't nothin' for real All that tough talkin', you had the big gun off a peel You the same nigga that cappin' on bodies They know I got that will, you ain't got no kill I'm the same nigga that post up with choppas And wait on you bitches to come do a drill, bitch Stretch the pack, I threw it long like I'm Cunningham Taxin' for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands Can't get 'em all, reimburse 'em then I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again Back in the trap, flippin' work again.