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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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