Blow
[Intro: Baby Jamo]
(Tall Slime on the beat) (Maxo this beat going brazy)
(You know what it is n***a)
Uh, uh
[Verse 1: Baby Jamo]
One thing you know about Tall Slime, no I don't shoot out no window
I'm fishing the rip so the motherfuckers get low
And I see my victim you know I'ma blow
Uh, you n***as be dickriding right with the flow
You bitches be dickriding tryna let me go
I'll spin on that one-way and pour up a four
Thugging with Wardy we'll take your lo'
Act like something on the market
Boy you can do better we ain't selling no rocket
Pushing up on him we going in them pockets
And if you move wrong, we knocking his shit out his socket
I'm chasing him down [?]
Just showed a young n***a he a good n***a
Got to stay out the way so I won't be a victim
Let him run up on me and watch how I trick him
[Verse 2: JG Wardy]
Got a line on the cars what y'all [?]
When we slide we hopping out, we don't shoot out windows
N***a we got the trap jumping, n***a don't take no pictures
Not to mention we in this motherfucker with all these pistols
I got all these young n***as that's gon' shoot their pistols
But n***a I be in them cars I like to work my pistol
Bitch I got all this clientele but lately I been robbing n***as
And my bitch been on my ass said I don't spend enough time with her
Bae, bae I'm in the streets just caught a twenty piece
Twenty P's of gas got it off in a week
Disrespect the gang he'll be gone in a week
N***as they be hiding they don't want no beef
[Verse 3: JG Riff]
Hey, hey, fuck that rollie got a brick on my wrist
Let's go spin it I get in and go
I'm 'bout to hit it I ain't gon' quit it
I'm 'bout to shoot it I ain't 'bout to [?]
And we round the Park we don't fuck with them n***as
Don't come after dark we gon' punish you n***a
I got a [?] n***a
Keep my city [?] n***a
Free [?] we was spinning the Farms
I'm getting dollars I'm getting 'em gone
Big Riff n***a big broom cigar
Me and lil' Wardy 'bout to shoot the car
We tryna hit them n***as we don't shoot at no broads
Pull up on him he was shooting at the stars
Rest in peace him we sent him to the stars
And I [?] re-up tomorrow
(Tall Slime on the beat) (Maxo this beat going brazy)
(You know what it is n***a)
Uh, uh
[Verse 1: Baby Jamo]
One thing you know about Tall Slime, no I don't shoot out no window
I'm fishing the rip so the motherfuckers get low
And I see my victim you know I'ma blow
Uh, you n***as be dickriding right with the flow
You bitches be dickriding tryna let me go
I'll spin on that one-way and pour up a four
Thugging with Wardy we'll take your lo'
Act like something on the market
Boy you can do better we ain't selling no rocket
Pushing up on him we going in them pockets
And if you move wrong, we knocking his shit out his socket
I'm chasing him down [?]
Just showed a young n***a he a good n***a
Got to stay out the way so I won't be a victim
Let him run up on me and watch how I trick him
[Verse 2: JG Wardy]
Got a line on the cars what y'all [?]
When we slide we hopping out, we don't shoot out windows
N***a we got the trap jumping, n***a don't take no pictures
Not to mention we in this motherfucker with all these pistols
I got all these young n***as that's gon' shoot their pistols
But n***a I be in them cars I like to work my pistol
Bitch I got all this clientele but lately I been robbing n***as
And my bitch been on my ass said I don't spend enough time with her
Bae, bae I'm in the streets just caught a twenty piece
Twenty P's of gas got it off in a week
Disrespect the gang he'll be gone in a week
N***as they be hiding they don't want no beef
[Verse 3: JG Riff]
Hey, hey, fuck that rollie got a brick on my wrist
Let's go spin it I get in and go
I'm 'bout to hit it I ain't gon' quit it
I'm 'bout to shoot it I ain't 'bout to [?]
And we round the Park we don't fuck with them n***as
Don't come after dark we gon' punish you n***a
I got a [?] n***a
Keep my city [?] n***a
Free [?] we was spinning the Farms
I'm getting dollars I'm getting 'em gone
Big Riff n***a big broom cigar
Me and lil' Wardy 'bout to shoot the car
We tryna hit them n***as we don't shoot at no broads
Pull up on him he was shooting at the stars
Rest in peace him we sent him to the stars
And I [?] re-up tomorrow