Blast Off (feat. Justin Rarri)

Ayy, uh They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality Oh, fuck, I'm finna blow Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw They talk about your losses, but won't talk about your gains, no Money changed my life, but my lifestyle won't ever change, no When I'm by myself, I reminisce, that's when my pain go I remember I was happy, now I just think, "Where them days go?" I can't stress about no bitch, they bring me drama, not no commas Think I'm not stressin' 'cause I'm rich, got too much money, that's my problem Me and fake niggas just don't click, and if I see him, I'ma rob him And bitch, I'm fresh up out them bricks, so I got sticks up in my condo, yeah, yeah He got a problem, we got choppers, 7.62's I got money, now they tryna find out what I'm into That fame will make some niggas change, I told 'em move around Heard they tryna do me for some clout, that's why I step out with them goons around They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality Oh, fuck, I'm finna blow Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw Tell a bitch I'm serious, causin' all these money problems Better act like she ain't eatin' up, why you think she stuck in my condo? Say she actin' like a fiend, finna blow up, my little Obama I'ma just let out all this cream in her throat, I got that head in a Mercedes She tryna go half on a baby Yeah, I got a whole lotta demons Stackin' these hundreds, it look like I'm readin' Tell the bitch that I love her, but no, I ain't mean it Too raw for a bitch, I admit it Talkin' money, finna set up a meeting Bodies droppin', know my little nigga did it Two shots of that Henny, she sippin', yeah Oh damn, they hatin', though Bitch, before the bag, I upped my swag, know I'm takin' off And she suckin' dick, even though she bad, she take it all Bitch, I swipe my card, don't check no tag, I'm skatin' off Pull out a blick and embarrass 'em They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more Change some more, that's what niggas do, so I can't hang no more Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality Oh, fuck, I'm finna blow Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off Know these niggas tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw