$1Cko0 - Blaze Em (feat. Izec Maria & laylay)

Hop out imma oot and then trail em (trail em)
Catch em lackin' you know we gon' blaze em (blaze em)
Shoot deep, bitch, I feel like I'm Damian
Hip got .30, it came with a laser
Gang, grah, grah, boom, like, look
Grah, grah, grah, grah boom, like, (like what)
My universe will never be the same (like)
Gang, gang, gang, (grah, grah, grah, grah, boom)
Like look
Grah, grah, grah, boom (like)
Grah, grah, boom
Grah, grah, grah, boom (like)
Like what, gang, gang, gang, (grah, grah)
Like, gang, gang,
Hop out imma oot and then trail em (trail em)
Catch em lackin' you know we gon' blaze em (blaze em)
Shoot deep, bitch, I feel like I'm Damian (Damian)
Hip got .30, it came with a laser (boom, boom, boom)
He runnin', he know we gon' chase em
Dumpin' these bullets, leavin' the casings
Hit in his chest, he gon' need some aidin'
And for the bros, I'm never changin' (at all, at all)
Yeah, I'm never changing, (yeah)
30 mag, we leave him braceless (yuh)
These niggas say that we playin' (on god)
Hah, shoot at they faces (bow, bow, bow)
Yeah, we bout to do it (do it)
Hit right in yo' jug and leave em toothless
Feel like Steph, bitch, know I'm shootin' (hahaha)
I'm glad you came
The sun goes down (like)
I'm lettin' it off these rounds (like what)
These deads, mixed with a ounce
They don't really know what we about (at all)
In the V, tryna catch a drill (drill, like)
30 mag, and on my pills (and on my pills)
Tryna up the score off a kill, like
(Tryna up the score off a kill, like)
Hop out imma oot and then trail em (trail em)
Catch em lackin' you know we gon' blaze em (blaze em)
Shoot deep, bitch, I feel like I'm Damian (Damian)
Hip got .30, it came with a laser (boom, boom, boom)
He runnin', he know we gon' chase em
Dumpin' these bullets, leavin' the casings
Hit in his chest, he gon' need some aidin'
And for the bros, I'm never changin' (at all, at all)
Lean and percs got me feeling numb (numb)
We outside, gotta tote a gun (grah)
Catch a opp, Imma leave em slumped
Bitch, give me brain, till she feelin' dumb
Glock on me, shit got no safety (on bro)
Keep throwin', feel like I'm Brady (like Brady)
Imma snipe, feel like I'm KD (like who)
And I know his family gonna hate me (on bro)
They be ducking, I'm shootin' like Allen (gang, gang, grah)
They talkin' shit, so I know niggas wildin (what)
Niggas like me nowadays, we don't give a fuck (bow)
I just want pretty bitches and blue bucks (gang, gang, gang)
Shooters on the gram, wanna take flicks
Then get a nice scope, how the fuck we gon miss (grr, bow)
She sendin' me snaps, she sendin' me pics (say what, say what)
Bruce Lee with these goddamn nice new kicks (gang, gang, gang)
Moving tact, like I'm on a mission (mission)
Imma dump, til he stop livin' (he dead)
Better stop, all that fuckin' bitchin' (on bro)
When I oot, better pray I'm missin' (missin')
Sitch wit' me, came wit' a dot (a what)
When I hit, watch his body drop
At the store, Imma keep a knock (gang, gang, gang, like)
When I throw, I ain't gonna stop
Hop out imma oot and then trail em (trail em)
Catch em lackin' you know we gon' blaze em (blaze em)
Shoot deep, bitch, I feel like I'm Damian (Damian)
Hip got .30, it came with a laser (boom, boom, boom)
He runnin', he know we gon' chase em
Dumpin' these bullets, leavin' the casings
Hit in his chest, he gon' need some aidin'
And for the bros, I'm never changin' (at all, at all)

Written by:
Brad Sandraow

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