Gotta Blast (feat. Diego Money & Bandman Fari)

I'm a bandman Countin bands man off the kickstand Catch me in the trap with Tay-Kay 47, aye Don't play with us new Draco for my weapon Young Diego Money but call me the juugg man, yuh Neck all gold, know we toting poles 30 with the red dot, aim it at your nose Look at my wrist It'll leave you froze We ain't smoking on no gram I'm smoking out a bowl One phone call and have my shooters at your throat They don't want smoke Know we love smoke Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke You can come to the hood if you want the dope I shoot the K until that motherfucker shake in smoke These niggas talking, niggas lame These niggas going uh I put that motherfucking k into his fucking throat Pussy won't make it home Pop up out the cut We get up witcha Smoke him down like a damn swisher Fuck a thot cause I need my bands bigger Thought she was a keeper, But my mans hit her Yea my mans hit her so I gotta switch her Yea my mans hit her, I let Blast switch her Call up blast yea yea he's a ass kicker Call up Bay-Bay yea he's a class ditcher Call a shooter yea I gotta Blast nigga Gotta blast leave you in the past nigga I was ditching class for the cash nigga (ditchin' class) These niggas talking But I'm on they ass nigga Can't get that money Had to get it fast nigga I didn't do no work Just count that cash nigga (always counting cash) (I just count the cash) Run it up, I always do the math (count) Trying, you know I'm stacking bands Flippin' bands nigga