Blam Blam

[Intro]
(I'm shy, oh my God)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Never had a swell, man
Not the devil, but I been to hell, man
My arm dropping, I can't be no mailman
(Rich Slime Global)
[?] whipping shit out the pan, man
I'm just boolin', shit, like a fan, man
Draco got the kick, it go blam blam

[Verse: Slimesito, BeezyB, Sn8ke]
In the trap, touching plata like a mailman
Try to up that fire on me, that shit gon' fail, man
Feel like Tip, all my guap got them rubberbands
Feel like Shawty Lo, these bitches know that I'm the man
I just pour the six zips, I'm on kickstand
Double seal the pack, you know I did that in Saran
I got blood up on my diamonds like I'm from the motherland
Man, I don't fuck with none of you niggas like I'm riding with the Klan
I'm fucking on your bitch, she told the that you been a fan
I'm really out here in the streets, I'm selling tan
Niggas really having sticks like we from Iran
Free my niggas, man, they locked up in that can
Opps getting smoked, we do they ass just like a [?]
Niggas try to run up then they getting blammed
Red, white and blue, but it ain't no Uncle Sam
Niggas getting burned, now they posted on the 'Gram
We stay in the kitchen cooking, we ain't cooking Spam
We with bitches taking molly, yeah, that shit a ten
I got a Glock 19X, yeah, that bitch a tan
I got that plata in my pocket, I can make a fan
I got a Glock with a MOS sight, and I know it won't jam
Wake up, get them bands, wake up, load my chopper
I'm with them young niggas, and they spin just like a helicopter
I'm in that bitch, I'm selling them meds, I feel just like the doctor
I want a all black Prada suit, young nigga feel like a mobster

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Never had a swell, man
Not the devil, but I been to hell, man
My arm dropping, I can't be no mailman
(Rich Slime Global, pussy)
[?] whipping shit out the pan, man
I'm just boolin', shit, like a fan, man
Draco got the kick, it go blam blam

[Outro]
(Global, never local)