Jo$h Q - Blower

Aye from the south and I'm spicy

He be talking to much
He be talking too much that mf
He be talking too much
Shut his ass fuckin up
Man Ima fuck it up
Hold on

He be talking to much
Way he walking with that swagger
On his shoulder lil boy walking too much
Bro got a dagger he be stalking too much
In the side streets lurkin he be choppin it up

From the South and I'm Spicy
Take ya flow and I won't ask nicely
Pull up with ya wifey
99' Miata and it's looking kinda icy
Know your boy sweet like a Hi-C

Got that hammer, I'm Bob The Builder
Talking bout the beat by the way
I am not a killer
24K on the neck this is not silver
Said she got the crew but they not wit her

Feelin like I'm mike
Way this night is a thriller
Hoppin on this beat bitch
I'm cooking, its a simmer
Taking bites outta
This beat It's a dinner
I'm chopping up flower
Choppin trees yell timber

Chop it up
Then I roll it up
Purple shit on the broccoli
I be pouin up
I am not affiliated
I am not throwin up
Only sets I'm on
Is the ones that I'm showing up

Chilla in the stu
And he say its Fs tho
Keep em at the door
Til gang say that's bro bro
Pull up to the function
And we dippin cuz there's no hoes
Too many dudes in the stu
Fuck my whole flow up

In that big Tonka truck Ima show off
'Dro got that drank
He gon have a fuckin pou off
Keep talking crazy we gon knock him
Like some pins get to strikin
Get his fro off
Hold on

Snipe that boy with my spectacle
He was chillin at the block
Lookin kinda skeptical
Rollin up the 'occali
That shit my favorite vegetable
Off the shits Gha$t got me feelin incredible

Jumpin out his home a detective
Preachin on this beat
Man I'm feeling like a revered
Hoping that my flow gon never end
When I'm on tour
Ima make a stop in netherlands

Or probably Switzerland
I gotta hit up the plug I'm off the shits again
Walking up the court I'd pass
But my teammates hit the rim again
Feelin' like a beyblade
Run it back and spin again

Run it back and give a go
I don't even tote a pole
Keep my income legal
Keep my brothers out the fuckin hole

Fuck it if she want me then we do a show
If that shorty passed around the city
Then she gotta go
Tight knit circle homie
Shit is indestructible
Peanut butter Jelly on the strain
Like an uncrustable

Steady got a crew on me
I'm untouchable
Fuck it Ima get a scat pack
And write it off as a deductible
Bitch

Got that hammer, I'm Bob The Builder
Talking bout the beat by the way
I am not a killer
24K on the neck this is not silver
Said she got the crew but they not wit her

Feelin like I'm mike
Way this night is a thriller
Hoppin on this beat bitch
I'm cooking, its a simmer
Taking bites outta
This beat It's a dinner
I'm chopping up flower
Choppin trees yell timber

Got that hammer, I'm Bob The Builder
Talking bout the beat by the way
I am not a killer
24K on the neck this is not silver
Said she got the crew but they not wit her

Feelin like I'm mike
Way this night is a thriller
Hoppin on this beat bitch
I'm cooking, its a simmer
Taking bites outta
This beat It's a dinner
I'm chopping up flower
Choppin trees yell timber

Written by:
Joshua Quintero

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find