Gotta Blast

(This Friday night at Madison Soss Garden)

Too late (Yo) you're too late, yo
You're too late, you're too late
You're too late i'm on my way
Up, up, up,  up

I'm on my P's and Q's, I'm not Lil Uzi,  yo
Careful on the doja, this some good Cookie
 yo i see how she looking, she
Gon' give it to me, yo
She love poppin' her pussy
When a nigga listen, yo
Yeah, I'm all ears, Martin Lawrence, yo
Yeah, she all real, hundred percent, yo
She be fuckin' with me for some purchases
I just wan' be rich, man, fuck this bitch

Too late (Yo) you're too late, yo
You're too late, you're too late
You're too late i'm on my way
Up, up, up, up

Yeah, I'm stressed out, but I'm blessed up
Say i just got my check up, say
They been hating on us for a while
Do I still intimidate you now?
Money Mayweather, ayy
Prayin' for some blue days
C notes, hit a freak ho, never make her bae
Fuck her good, yeah
She's never gon' be the same
The way she suck and fuck
Used to drive me crazy

Too late (Yo) you're too late, yo
You're too late, you're too late
You're too late i'm on my way
Up, up, up, up