Blast Off
YO
Tron Skee south side
Yo
I got some girl she hold it down its just the two of us
She roll the loud then gut it down just for the two of us
I'm the road I'm chasing dreams hopped in the tour bus
She said and chase your dreams these niggas hate on your buzz
I like the way you work she like the way I move the work
I casual flirt with other groupies but thats just words
And nothing more
Yea I'm at the door
Weapons with extensions   should I mention no extension cord
Cause I just want that bag
I just need that bag yea
Rarri by the audi parked up by the jag
And these is just ambitions that yall niggas had
But me I need a rocket ship to leave the ave
Ok blast off blast off
I just drank a glass cup
I been rolling smoking gas
And bitch I might be gassed up
I need to go fasta
Been trynna get my cash up
These drugs 'll take me to the moon
A nigga work at nasa
Racing to the bank I just switched the lanes
Yea
I just chase the chase
Im just chasing the chase
But when you need em they go'ne flake
Cause half real niggas fake
But when they see me face to face my hand they trynna shake
Ok
Fuck that shit
Nigga is you that rich
You wanna stunt and have shit
You better move that zip
And if you looking like a lick
You a goofy ass kid
Have my niggas run up on ya and let the uzi spit ahhh