Blam Sum

They offer you that time, you the type to get your mans up

If the rap ever get slow, pull up, bounce out, but put your hands up

I can't cuff you, baby girl, two years ago, you let my mans fuck

Make sure the whole fam straight, what the fuck you think these bands for?

I got rich, so when he fall, no doubt about it, I'll pick my mans up

I'm gon' up and get the blowing, that's what I call this bitch a fan for

It's a 20 on his head, that's why them shooters in that van's for

The kids when we took soul, that's why my homies popping Xans for

Sign him up for Zeus, he good at acting on the 'Gram

When we fuck, she tryna sleep, she must don't know I'm finna pounce

Then they booked dirt, can't trust the fam, you niggas probably OTF jams

They like, "Think before you play with Lil' Von, 'cause he gon' blam something" (a'ight)

TG4L, I'm thanking God, that's what it stands for

I got caught up with a pipe, that's why I spent three days on grand for

Got rich off rap, but I'm still clapping, that's why I'm still in demand for

These lil' niggas die for less, and he'll check, so why he flicking for?

Got 20 thousand in these pockets, it's kinda hard to keep my pants up

These hos fucking 'cause I'm cursed, so what the fuck I'm out here paying for?

Ski really stayed alive, I guess his homies was really praying

Chased Woo ass along the E-way, ever since then, he ain't been saying nothing

Get back in pipe, 'cause he gon' blow for you

We play ball and we gon' scrunch with classic clothing

Popeyes, Oprah think he a bug, big bro slow for her

I know a nigga got 60 years, 'cause he got that shoulder off his Frank Ocean skates

I wanna fuck on Nicki Minaj by the time I be off pills and potions still

They offer you that time, you the type to get your mans up

If the rap ever get slow, pull up, bounce out, but put your hands up

I can't cuff you, baby girl, two years ago, you let my mans fuck

Make sure the whole fam straight, what the fuck you think these bands for?

I got rich, so when he fall, no doubt about it, I'll pick my mans up

I'm gon' up and get the blowing, that's what I call this bitch a fan for

It's a 20 on his head, that's why them shooters in that van's for

The kids when we took soul, that's why my homies popping Xans for

Sign him up for Zeus, he good at acting on the 'Gram

When we fuck, she tryna sleep, she must don't know I'm finna pounce

Then they booked dirt, can't trust the fam, you niggas probably OTF jams

They like, "Think before you play with Lil' Von, 'cause he gon' blam something"