She Gon’ Blow

(I-I-ISM)

Yeah yeah

This life chose me, I never chose
Only the real, never the faux
Some of my homies Is throwin a 4
I do not Bend, I do not fold
I do not stutter no I do not choke
They came for my knees, I’m still on my toes
Niggas will smile in your face, act like your homie, then fuck around and still back door

Trust in your gut, man on soul
You should not question if he yo bro
Trust in your gut, man on soul
You shouldn’t question if she yo hoe
Trust in the stick, trust in that pole
It ain’t a question if she on go
Trust in that Glock, it’s missing the safety
It ain’t a question if she gon blow

No matter the vibe, Stay with thе fih
It ain’t a question we blow smoke
Inhaling thе fumes that's filling the room
We don't got a problem with taking a toke
Laugh to the bank, like "hahaha" I hope these lil niggas don't think its a joke
Raising my rank, way high high high, I hope the lil niggas know that I'm the GOAT
Making the plays bitch I'm the coach
Flying first class, never in coach
Streets is too hot like 400 degrees
Hand on the handle boy please don't reach
Good gas in my lungs, it got me feelin like Chong and Cheech
Hit the range, practice with pieces, but to the youth I be preachin the peace
My young niggas really get active, they super savage, something like Reese
Really bout action, really bout static, they get it poppin' like hot grease
I be tryna change their ways, give em the game and show em the keys
But some of em stuck in they ways to say the least

This life chose me, I never chose
Only the real, never the faux
Some of my homies Is throwin a 4
I do not Bend, I do not fold
I do not stutter no I do not choke
They came for my knees, I’m still on my toes

Niggas will smile in your face, act like your homie, then fuck around and still back door
Trust in your gut, man on soul
You should not question if he yo bro
Trust in your gut, man on soul
You shouldn’t question if she yo hoe
Trust in the stick, trust in that pole
It ain’t a question if she on go
Trust in that Glock, it’s missing the safety
It ain’t a question if she gon blow

Streets so cold its like my heart turned to stone
Got it out the mud this did not come off a loan
She say boy you rude I told her bitch blame the Casa
Got her legs in the air, got em shakin like maracas
I got old money, I got young money like im Weezy
Pull up to your block then we spin like a CD
Coupe don't got no roof im making sure them people me
Cartier her face and you know the bag CC
I keep one in her purse, on in the door, one on the floor, one in my coat
Keep a bag in the jeep, bag in the benz, bag in the stang, bag in the rolls
Keep some cash in the safe, some in the bank, some in the wall, some in the floor
If it ain't enough I know who to call like "Back up the truck I need me some more"

This life chose me, I never chose
Only the real, never the faux
Some of my homies Is throwin a 4
I do not Bend, I do not fold
I do not stutter no I do not choke
They came for my knees, I’m still on my toes
Niggas will smile in your face, act like your homie, then fuck around and still back door

Trust in your gut, man on soul
You should not question if he yo bro
Trust in your gut, man on soul
You shouldn’t question if she yo hoe
Trust in the stick, trust in that pole
It ain’t a question if she on go
Trust in that Glock, it’s missing the safety
It ain’t a question if she gon blow