Gotta Blast

[Intro]
(This Friday night at Madison Soss Garden)

[Chorus]
Too late (Yo)
You're too late, yo
You're too late, you're too late, you're too late
I'm on my way
Up, up, up, up

[Verse 1]
I'm on my P's and Q's, I'm not Lil Uzi, yo
Careful on the doja, this some good Cookie, yo
I see how she looking, she gon' give it to me, yo
She love poppin' her pussy when a nigga listen, yo
Yeah, I'm all ears, Martin Lawrence, yo
Yeah, she all real, hundred percent, yo
She be fuckin' with me for some purchases
I just wan' be rich, man, fuck this bitch

[Chorus]
Too late (Yo)
You're too late, yo
You're too late, you're too late, you're too late
I'm on my way
Up, up, up, up

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'm stressed out, but I'm blessed up, say
I just got my check up, say
They been hating on us for a while
Do I still intimidate you now?
Money Mayweather, ayy, prayin' for some blue days
C-notes, hit a freak ho, never make her bae
Fuck her good, yeah, she's never gon' be the same
The way she suck and fuck used to drive me crazy

[Chorus]
Too late (Yo)
You're too late, yo
You're too late, you're too late, you're too late
I'm on my way
Up, up, up, up