Going Out With A Blast lyrics

[Fiend]
Gotta go, cause if I gotta go
I know I gotta go, but I'm goin out with a blast
(goin out with a what)

Chorus
Goin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a!
Murder on my mind motherf*cker, so f*ck ya x2

I'm on the run with identical guns, murder in the first
Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperse
What's the worst that can happen to capital F-I
I might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye
Believe is shooting the automatic collecting recieving all the cabbage
Was my advantage, have you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest
The crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meter
As my brain tissue, hard pauses and ass eater
Welcome to the edition of bullets splitting and ass kicking
My mission to glisten a for every writtion rendition
What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock it
And my logic the prophet, and if she like it
You get dropped stop it, jock it
As my sad ass asks back for the cash
Tell me, how many players goin out my n*gga

Chorus x3