My Blower
(专辑: Project E.T. (Esco Terrestrial) - 2016)
[Future & Juicy J:] Esco, hold up, I
got you mane It's gettin technical, it's gettin technical, I
can tell you that Ayy [Future:] Forty dollars for 3
grams, told my weed man, roll up Bitch better know who I
am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po') Already worked out a
deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no) Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I
had my blower (slick, slick) I'm always chasing these mills, cause I
used to sleep on the
floor (mhmm) I
know you see me in all this gear, still I
wanna have more Been fuckin this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this pussy was yours She ain't tell me this pussy was yours [Juicy J:] (Ayy) I
just popped my hood (hood) and I
can't find my motor (motor) I
walked in the
bank (bank) like bitch never mind my odor (my odor) That's grade A
loud I'm blowin (mhmm) I
just put my wrist out, it's snowin (snowin) Its a
baby AR I'm toting (totin'), nigga try me right now, I'mma show him Been getting paid since the
percolator, you ain't real you a
impersonator (nigga) I
got money so damn old that it ain't even in circulate (yeah) Hook your ass to a
respirator, I
was only tryna help you haters Send my goons to assassinate you, my joint so long I
use wrapping paper Lit, I'm a
stoner, met your girl at the
club I'mma bone her You can have that hoe right back, I
don't want that bitch, she a
loaner Used to be hanging on the
corner, now a
nigga live on the
Billboard I
got more money than I
can spend, and a
team full of niggas that'll kill for it [Future:] Forty dollars for 3
grams, told my weed man, roll up Bitch better know who I
am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po') Already worked out a
deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no) Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I
had my blower (slick, slick) I'm always chasin these mills, cause I
used to sleep on the
floor I
know you see me in all this gear, still I
wanna have more Been fuckin this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this pussy was yours Lil' nigga need to go chill, good thing I
had my blower Sixteen zips in the
seal, twenty-five hundred tomorrow Pushin up in a
new whip, got wings all on my doors Fuckin off in Chanel, I
done bought the
Hermes store up Rolling up straight out the
zip (smoke) OG all in my bud (kush) Made my hoe switch ships, bitch you know I'm the
plug Actavis, Actavis, Actavis, bitch gotta keep two cups Mix it up till it turn pink, now about the
time we po' up (po' up) I
done been up for a
week, now I
feel like I'm about to throw up Fuck around hit my cup (cup) you ain't gon' do nothin but nod (pint) Ran up on a
whole lotta millions (millions) Super done beat those odds (odds) Hang around a
lot of retards, gotta keep the
hammer on guard I'm gonna make it hard for you eat, cause most of you niggas y'all frauds Forty dollars for 3
grams, told my weed man, roll up Bitch better know who I
am (who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po') Already worked out a
deal (yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no) Lil' homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing I
had my blower (slick, slick) I'm always chasin these mills, cause I
used to sleep on the
floor I
know you see me in all this gear, still I
wanna have more Been fuckin this hoe for years, she ain't tell me this pussy was yours Lil' nigga need to go chill, good thing I
had my blower