Blah Blah Blah

It was hard to hear at first

I couldn't understand what you sayin'

And these bitches bound to get hurt

'Cause a lot of these niggas be playin'

And I fuck with shorty on the low

And I know she know I'm the man

So that extra shit gotta go

She probably don't know that I fucked her friend

If she ask about it

I'm a be like, "Blah blah blah blah"

When she try to argue with me

I be like, "Blah blah blah blah"

Trying to get back with me

I be like, "Hell nah nah nah"

And we ain't talking about no money

I'm like, "Blah blah blah blah"

I said, nigga be talkin' that blah

'Til you walk up with that blah, we ain't playin'

Heard he got hit in his eye

Heard he got bust in his mouth, see I'm sayin'?

Shorty gon' get on that D

First she gon' get on her knees, she ain't prayin'

Told her I'm a run it right back

Dog it ain't even like that, she ain't stayin'

I ain't got no fuckin' time, 'less it's fuckin' time

You ain't with it, go, please don't waste my fuckin' time

Got places to go, got people to see

Got this kilo on my neck, I'm just keepin' it G

Niggas dissin' for a listen, waitin' for a mention

Niggas lose all respect tryna gain attention

All this extra shit, man I need choppers with extensions

And all this work out here, you'd think we're waitin' on a pension, nigga

Every time I talk to my baby mama

She like "Blah, blah, blah, blah"

Every time I fuck on my Spanish bitch

She call me papa

Every time I hit the club

I came with all of my niggas

Them niggas over there, they broke

I take all of their bitches

I spend all of this money

Then get it right back in the morning

Got that Sprite in my cup

With some of that you ain't even know it

Wash that zanny down with that Möet

I be fucked up but I never show it

Bought 10 bottles, I ain't even pour up

I just came to make the shit go up

Yeah, ball out on these hoes

Bars out on these hoes, I'll leave without these hoes

That's on my mama, that's on the game

It's so loud, I can't hear what you're sayin'

I done made a hundred K this week

Lord, why they wanna hate on me?

All white, not a stain on me

Diamonds dance like K.O.D

Pimp shit, should have a cane on me

I'm in Saks, no c'est la vie

I don't Tampa, that's 813

Them niggas know I'm from the 313

This bitch think she fuckin' with me

Tell her body bag herself

And I did this on my own

I ain't ever ask for help

Fuck you mean? That's that cash you smelled

Talk crazy, no pastors here

Make a pussy do a backwards flip

Hallelujah yeah the pastor's here

Choppers spit, ch-choppers out

Chopper style, hundred rounds

Get on the ground, don't make a sound, yeah, yeah

Keep runnin' your mouth, have them boys run in your house

Silencer don't make a sound

Blah, blah, blah, blah

These pussies off their mark