Blow up

Ayy, ayyy
Blow up!
Getting tired of these dummies, imma mother fucking blow up
Drinking lean, fuck 12,im going to drink a mother fucking whole cup
After that i went to bed and mother fucking woke up
Feeling tired, be inspired, im going to MF wake up
Everybody that ever said i will never be reckognized, this one is for you
!! BITCH!!
You see me going to the east side, thinking i am east side. Fuck, I am on the west side
I extra fucking hate you tho. You tattletaler, you a Scramble hater
Happy birthday MF!
Take that cake and shove it up your ass!
Bitch my father is 2pac, we are the true pack, we are wearing backpacks
You sing and succesfull, mother fucking mental. You dont wanna settle
You are probably scared that im going to fucking wreck you!
Go and dye your hair blue
Mother fucking dance broom
I just got that gucci back, looking like a money bag, i have mother fucking country swag
Yo! Im going around with that bloody flag in my Louis bag
Do you think that it does right