Blasted

Blast from a master test you’re strap
Don’t listen to v loc but rep the pack
My hoes say I’m cold like call me a vampire
Hit tap it like staring at a camp fire
Pop the top and let me tap it open you left the cash drawer open
Guess what got hit got no back half
In the studio with bunch of bitches and money
We tryna make a movie but We ain’t actin
We really packin
It’s the dogg who stay madd
Back again
Burn the record I be singing like ray Charles
Told her get in It’s the prostitutes day off
Tell her kick rocks she act like it’s a bolder
God damm my heart pumps the gold with
Cash woman drugs partys the clubs
Ima die in the eye of the storm
That’s my destiny