Blah Blah (feat. Big Win)

Bitch called my phone She like blah, blah, blah, blah But I'm on the road, I'm like nah, nah, nah, nah She like why, why, why, why I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I feel like Post Malone with that gra-ta-ta I'm feeling like I'm up and I ain't coming down I don't give no fucks, so I can't fuck around Balling 'til I fall 'til summer comes around I need me some commas and a couple pounds I been smoking, I been blazing, I been thinking, I been sipping Making plays in different ways They will overcome the competition You been hating I been making observations All y'all fading, 'cause I don't want no conversation Obvious we not the same, bitch Fuck you mean it's big Van Come to see the difference Always on the move I keep the keys in the ignition Like whoa I ain't never slow back on my bullshit I'm just gassed up on the road You already know Bitch called my phone She like blah, blah, blah, blah But I'm on the road, I'm like nah, nah, nah, nah She like why, why, why, why I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I feel like Post Malone with that gra-ta-ta-ta They tryna take my throne I'm like yeah, ha-ha-ha I'm just in my zone, I feel like a rockstar I been going hard and that shit is non stop Woah, woah, woah Yeah, we gassed up on the road and we ain't moving slo Never slowing down, just speeding up, going so fast in a Jaguar Like it's Nascar, so we walk hard We going crazy, bad hoes all over me, catch me on the TV, like damn Sitting back relaxing, I'm drinking man, all the fakes They scheming, talk now, they tripping, but fuck life, they living Lil' Xans at 18, you feening, like these hoes You tweaking, smoke weed 'til you sleeping Bitch called my phone She like blah, blah, blah, blah But I'm on the road, I'm like nah, nah, nah, nah She like why, why, why, why I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I feel like Post Malone with that gra-ta-ta-ta They tryna take my throne I'm like yeah, ha-ha-ha I'm just in my zone, I feel like a rockstar I been going hard and that shit is non stop Woah, woah, woah