blisofly - fast lyrics
see 12 they on yo ass, in the coupe and i like going fast
doing the 180 on the dash
i’m in that wraith smoking on that gas
hoe stop telling b+tch, i never asked
you is a bum n+gga, that’s a fact
racks in my pocket feeling really fat, (?) 200 in a cap
we keep them sticks, n+gga like the taliban
we shoot them shots, n+gga look like running man
(?) n+gga with my brethren/brotheren
getting that bag, n+gga made another band
these n+ggas hate like they not irrelevant
i took a vitamin, n+gga like medicine
i’m posted with demons, out here to take skеletons
(?)
you tryna pullup, come play with the gang, man thеse bullets gon have that boy running like the sonic
i would put that boy on a shirt, but i wanna switch it up and put that lil boy in a (?) (comic, comet or coffin)
stop all that sh+t boy, you making me vomit
carry my 2 (?)
choppa gon leave him deceased like it’s toxic
stacking that money, i’ll head to the tropics
pour that deuce in the sprite, i’m feeling so nauseous
ride with that glock, n+gga i got it poppin
n+gga talk on the gang like he don’t got no options
i feel like a janitor, i gotta mop it
man i run to the back gotta get to that sack
brodie came with the sticks and that choppa gon blast
and i’m swerving this hoe like i’m up in the sky
he talk on the gang, leave his ass in a casket
i’m tryna get me a bad b+tch
i’ma pullup in that fast sh+t
your hoe wanna sing all my adlibs
i got me a check and i grabbed it
how you talk down on me, but your pockets foul
gotta get to that money, can’t f+ck around
ed edd n eddy, my boys in the telly (?) that choppa on me, ready to bust like confetti
that choppa on me ready to bust like confetti
that choppa elastigirl, gon make you stretchy
i run with the gl!ck and i feel like i’m melly
i asked my gang when they ready to come and they ready
you probably wasting your time on the internet, while i’m balling and getting that paper
they blowing my phone, “blisofly he made it”
i gotta go, bye, i’ll see you later
see 12 they on yo ass, in the coupe and i like going fast
doing the 180 on the dash
i’m in that wraith smoking on that gas
hoe stop telling b+tch, i never asked
you is a bum n+gga, that’s a fact
racks in my pocket feeling really fat, (?) 200 in a cap
we keep them sticks, n+gga like the taliban
we shoot them shots, n+gga look like running man
(?) n+gga with my brethren/brotheren
getting that bag, n+gga made another band
these n+ggas hate like they not irrelevant
i took a vitamin, n+gga like medicine
i’m posted with demons, out here to take skeletons
(?)
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