CashOutJony & KevoDaPlug - Blow Out

(Yeah we done did it again)
(Ain't gotta go for the win)
('Cause we just blowing 'em out)
('Cause that's tragic)
Walk in and own the spot
Yeah, we done did it again
Ain't gotta go for the win
'Cause we just blowing 'em out
Yeah, I'm just chilling and relaxing
Yeah, I would hate to be you 'cause that's tragic
Aye
Yeah, pull up from the top of the key, hold on, get back play D
ARP in the trunk, pull it out it's knocking down trees
Pop out a cut with a all black mask, I ain't talking 'bout Scream
Shop online 'cause the mall ain't got it, I was looking for Celine
We was just riding dirt bikes, bending corners, can't stop on go
Soon as we seen them lights, hit the gas, won't stop for the po
She see I could barely pull it out, she know it's a big bank roll
Off-White beanie in the cold, Canadian Goose my coat
Yeah, all that flaw shit
We can see it from a distance
You can tell that we different
You gotta weed out the snakes, when you cut the grass when they get to hissing
Even when I hit the brakes, bitch it's all gas, guess that mean I'm drifting, yeah
We can just keep on going, and going, and going, and going, and going
Just don't blow my high
Told that bitch to keep on blowing
I think she got a fetish
Starting to feel like Kanye West, bitch, my presence is a present
Uh, when that pressure get on, it's time to make diamonds
Yeah, I was just backseat riding, ain't know about high end
Glen Park, Westside, I'm good on my end
Telling all my lil secrets to the money, don't need no friends
I'm wearing my heart on my arm
Just like it's a sleeve
Bitch know I came for that head work, better get down on yo knees
She like when I spray that Dolce & Gabanna, smell clean like creed
Shawty in love with my hustle, main reason she wanna have my seed
Walk in and own the spot
Yeah, we done did it again
Ain't gotta go for the win
'Cause we just blowing 'em out
Yeah, I'm just chilling and relaxing
Yeah, I would hate to be you 'cause that's tragic
Yeah, the way I get this money feel like magic, yeah
I got plenty clothes, I'm switching fabrics
We might put some holes in yo mans, then call ya Patrick, yeah
We just wanna get the most money, niggas most maddest, ha
My cup a time machine, we 'bout to have a blast
Grew up in the hood, we park right on the grass
Stop the car, hop out on feet, he took off like he Flash
Always keep my heat 'cause fuck niggas be mad

Written by:
Jontel Hackett, Kevin Hackett Jr.

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