Bout to Blow

作曲：Jonathan Murrill,Tom Ford,Thomas Ciengan Johnston,Lee Richardson,James Carlo Giorgio Cocozza,Gary James Mercer

My middle name is wave

Lemme illustrate how I spend my day

I be chilling with the committee invading crates to the bottom of the bottle and my face concaves

Slave to a little bit of liquid dinner

Every day see my frame get a lickle thinner

The black widow Tryna stack cheddar and I rap better than ya clan I'm a dan ur a chinchilla

Wake up get the rounds in

The town thinks that we're clowns cuz we down drinks

We bounce in and we pounce on the clerk yeah we always got junk in the trunk like brown chicks

I be on my Chris brown tip

Chicks in the whip

She clutch on my stick with a grip so tight then she go down with them soft lips

We Bout To Blow x8

Straight from the shadowy part of town

Hit em with the arsenal (blaow)

Aim for the mean mug blast at the frown

One tried test and he got side parting now

Try test and its curtains

Crime redemption earners

Men get left in the dirt

And dirt get left on men its murder

No time

To bicker and ** thru

Life Cos im killing it, it's true

Big moves

Sig—nificant issues

Misuse

Sip liqour and swig booze

Still the Fee gets loaned

And the p just grows

Bout to e—x plode

Like a bomb with the ps note

When it blow and ya Seat get thrown

Thru the valley in the deepest roads