BLOW

[Intro: HeadHuncho Amir]
(Blame it on Monstah)
Yeah
Twenty-seven hundred, nigga
Huh

[Chorus: HeadHuncho Amir]
When you turnt, then your bag is gon' show
I got it out the mud, I had to get it off the floor
Tape drop, they in my DM, like, "Damn, I want some more"
Twenty labels on my line, it ain't no question I'm finna blow

[Verse 1: HeadHuncho Amir]
Real trench baby, pack of noodles and chips from the store
It get cold, we at granny house, you better turn on the stove
Got a show in South Carolina, told the team, "Let's beat the road"
I don't pop it by lonely, nigga, we pop it as a whole, nigga
2700 the label, nigga, we self-made
A workaholic, in the yo, I'm workin' like a slave
My advice to the young niggas, learn how to save
I'm fly as fuck in a trap with the latest Js
Real ball player, score thirty off the bench
Shit talkin' like I'm Rio, they think I'm from Flint
We ain't hurtin' for no money, make it make sense
It's Christmas time, free Boss B, he the real Grinch
Monstah flooded me with them beats, you niggas ass in trouble
Got out forty GG4s and a couple truffles
Never was nervous on that road, I know how to smuggle
They say Miri in his bag, more like a duffle
Long as the beat stay on, I'ma keep walkin'
I got her hooked on my convo, she say, "Keep talkin"
I had no choice to be a boss, nigga, I be with bosses
My grandfather was a kingpin, the one that taught me
Money fold, dope sold, they love that "JUMPING JACK"
The major people tryna sign me, give a nigga them racks
My last show, I had sixty in a backpack
Nah, for real, this no stunt, this shit all facts

[Chorus: HeadHuncho Amir]
When you turnt, then your bag is gon' show
I got it out the mud, I had to get it off the floor
Tape drop, they in my DM, like, "Damn, I want some more"
Twenty labels on my line, it ain't no question I'm finna blow, nigga
When you turnt, then your bag is gon' show
I got it out the mud, I had to get it off the floor
Tape drop, they in my DM, like, "Damn, I want some more"
Twenty labels on my line, it ain't no question I'm finna blow, nigga

[Verse 2: Big Homiie G]
Woah, woah, when you havin', you can't do nothin' but pop it (Pop it)
On my shit and very confident, you know they call that cocky (They call that cocky)
I done fucked every ho in the city (Ugh), I done fucked every ho that's pretty (Ugh)
I don't care nothin' 'bout no bitch (Nah), you can have this ho when I'm finished (I'm done)
I'm the boss man, got these 'bows for the low, just get in with me (Get in)
This a two-seater, I'm fat as fuck, you can't even get in with me (Nah)
I done ran it up, got my status up, now everybody friendly (Now everybody friendly)
Iced out AP on my left arm, shit, I could've bought a Bentley (Skrrt)
I'm wakin' my neighbors up every time I hit the gas
You niggas be broke as fuck (Fuck), why the fuck y'all don't want no cash? (Why?)
I'm fuckin' with the New Dallas, me and Amir go bag for bag (Go bag for bag)
You broke, livin' in the past (The past), you braggin' on what you have (Nigga)
You fucked up, you better update yourself (Self)
I was down bad, got off my ass, I ain't need no damn help (Nah)
I done watched niggas use the ladder, I was cool, I'm takin' the step (I'm cool)
I ain't get no handout from no nigga, I made this paper all by myself (Woah)
Louis Vuitton, I'm coppin' (Coppin')
Every time I go shoppin', I go head to toe
They like, "Keep doing the most" (Keep doing the most)
They say the feds been in the city, it got me scared to post (Fuck that)
I'm paranoid, clutchin' my Glock every time they swing the door (Woah)
I don't tolerate no disrespect, nigga, I'ma tag your toe (Tag your toe)
I'm fucked up in the head, fuck you over, then fuck your ho (Ugh, ugh)
I'm gettin' some money, that's for sure, but then I want some more (Want some more)
All my niggas on one accord, you know we rep that Loaf (Boyz)
Woah