Asteroid

I'm tryna blow up like a asteroid
Free my niggas in the pen use 'em androids
I'm gettin' to that bag, we the bag boys
Thought they caught the kid slippin
But I had toy
Feelin' like Yid, I gotta keep it on me
My shooter EBK, who wanna meet Ginóbili
Nah, they ain't gonna do it
You gone need a 40 if I make it to the top
I can't leave the homies

Love it when the opps straight
Drop like some molten gold
On the block, on Pop, I like touchin' poles
I can knock a thot on the spot
In this foreign load

Big chops, we the tip like a black n' mild
Catch me layin' in yo
Bushes like a crocodile
Fake niggas, snitch niggas
That's not my style
And this bitch call me daddy
She not my child i can't trust niggas
Niggas square like a pizza pocket
All that talkin' hella tough
Niggas need to stop it
Made 'em blast off when he seen the rocket
Really in the field
I throw bullets when I read a option
I gotta keep this pole, I can't go without
If the police break this pole
We gone blow it out
Got yo blow, I got my blow
We gone blow it out
I did a couple drills on the low
Yall don't know about

I'm tryna blow up like a asteroid
Free my niggas in the pen use 'em androids
Im gettin' to that bag, we the bag boys
Thought they caught the kid slippin
But I had toy
Feelin' like Yid, I gotta keep it on me
My shooter EBK, who wanna meet Ginóbili
Nah, they ain't gonna do it
You gone need a 40 if I make it to the top
I can't leave the homies

Kane be the niggas that I step with, aye
I love my brother Grizz
That nigga stretch shit tryna slide through
He left holes in that Lexus
She wasn't talkin' money, so i'm
On to the next bitch, Aye
I'll put a nigga on a shirt
That nigga Toolie geekin' off a perc
You get the pussy wet
But I make that shit squirt
Wanna hang with the Kane
Then you gotta put in work
Designer on my feet
Yea I prolly spent yo rent on it
Glock 23, and it came with a stick on it
Sound like a chop
But it's just that switch on it
Catch you in that rental up in traffic
We gone get on it
RIP my brothers, Kane to the death of me
Love that nigga Purp
Cause I know that he gonna step for me
Shoutout Baby Kane, yea
They'll make a mess for me
This money and this fame
Will never get the best of me

I'm tryna blow up like a asteroid
Free my niggas in the pen use 'em androids
I'm gettin' to that bag, we the bag boys
Thought they caught the kid slippin
But I had toy
Feelin' like Yid, I gotta keep it on me
My shooter EBK, who wanna meet Ginóbili
Nah, they ain't gonna do it
You gone need a 40 if I make it to the top
I can't leave the homies

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