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)
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 Trying, you know I'm stacking bands
 Flippin' bands nigga