Gotta Blast versuri

Versuri Tay-K – Gotta Blast lyrics

[Intro: Diego Money]
Bow, bow (Jay)
Bow, bow, bow, bow (Uh)
Bow, bow, bow, bow (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Jay)
Ayy (Go, go)

[Verse 1: Diego Money]
I-I-I’m a bandman, countin’ bands, man, off the kickstand (Off the kickstand)
Catch me in the trap with Tay-K 47, ayy
Don’t play with us, new Draco for my weapon (For my weapon)
Young Diego Money, but call me the juugman (Juug), yeah
Neck all gold (Gold), know we totin’ poles (Bow)
Thirty with the red dot, aim it at your nose (Thirties)
Look at my wrist (What?), it’ll leave you froze (ice)
We ain’t smokin’ on no gram, I’m smokin’ out a bowl (Out a bowl)
One phone call and have my shooters at your throat (Brr, get ‘em)
Th-they don’t want smoke (No), know we love smoke (Yeah)
Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke (White)
You can come to the hood if you want the dope (Want some dope?)

[Verse 2: BandManFari]
I shoot the K until that motherfucker shake and smoke (Grrah, grrah)
Th-these niggas talkin’, niggas lame, these niggas goin’, uh (What?)
I put that motherfuckin’ K into his fuckin’ throat (Huh?)
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pussy won’t make it home (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Verse 3: Tay-K]
Pop up out the cut, we get up with ya (Gang)
Smoke him down like a damn Swisher (Fact)
Fuck a thot ‘cause I need my bands bigger (Lil’ bitch)
Tho-tho-thought she was a keeper, but my mans hit her (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, my mans hit her, so I gotta switch her (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, my mans hit her, I let Blast switch her (Call up Blast)
Call up Blast, yeah, yeah, he’s a ass-kicker (Fah-fah-fah)
Call up Bay-Bay, yeah, yeah, he’s a class-ditcher (Fah)
Call a shooter, yeah, I gotta blast, nigga (Call a shooter) (Skrrt skrrt)
Gotta blast, leave you in the past, nigga

[Verse 4: BandManFari]
I-I-I was ditchin’ class for the cash, nigga (Ditchin’ class)
These niggas talkin’ but I’m on they ass, nigga
Get-get that money, had to get it fast, nigga
I-I didn’t do no work, just count that cash, nigga (Always count the cash)
I just count the cash, nigga (Count that cash, nigga)
Run it up, I always count the cash, nigga (Always count that cash)
I know nothin’ else, I always knew that math, nigga (Want that bag, nigga)
Run it up, I always knew the math, nigga, count (Always fuckin’ had ‘em)
Juggin’ for them bands, nigga
Trap nigga, you know I’m stackin’ bands
Yeah, don’t be scared, nigga, hm
Flip them bands, nigga