Blown Away
Cool story bro (Cool story bro)
Yeah, you might have money
You can't afford me though
(You can't afford me though)
My pockets double stuffed, just like an Oreo
(Just like some Oreos)
I teach you how to be a boss
This ain't no tutorial (Tutorial)
I got presidents up in my house
But I ain't Cory though
But this ain't Cory though i ain't though
Yo' bitch record me ho'
But this ain't count, lil' ho'
I got them plugs up on plugs like I know
Ho' count up like a door, lil' ho'
Got it out that mud, lil' ho'
Why the hell you a thug, lil' ho'?
Try to fuck with them sluts, lil' ho'
Bullets through your body like blood
Lil' ho'
Cross a nigga out, like tic tac-toe
Niggas talkin' shit, but I don't know
Niggas they be lyin' like Pinocchio
Bitch, I got a chopper and a stuffed nose
Yeah bitch, I knew you lied
Know some niggas that died i ain't even cry
I just asked "Why?"
Smokin' on dope, I'm high
Hit that bitch, she bi
Fucked that bitch, then bye
Leave her ass in the sky
Countin' up on this tray purple orange pain
I can't even think diamonds like a sink
I don't need a bank bitch, I got the safe
Bitch, I got the key blow your ass away
Blow your ass away
Get out my way, get out my way
Get out my way yeah, blow your ass away