Gotta Blast lyrics

[Intro: Diego Money]
Bow, bow (Jay)
Bow, bow, bow, bow (Uh)
Bow, bow, bow, bow (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Jay)
Ayy (Go, go)

[Verse 1: Diego Money]
I-I-I'm a bandman, countin' bands, man, off the kickstand (Off the kickstand)
Catch me in the trap with Tay-K 47, ayy
Don't play with us, new Draco for my weapon (For my weapon)
Young Diego Money, but call me the juugman (Juug), yeah
Neck all gold (Gold), know we totin' poles (Bow)
Thirty with the red dot, aim it at your nose (Thirties)
Look at my wrist (What?), it'll leave you froze (ice)
We ain't smokin' on no gram, I'm smokin' out a bowl (Out a bowl)
One phone call and have my shooters at your throat (Brr, get 'em)
Th-they don't want smoke (No), know we love smoke (Yeah)
Got all white diamonds like a pound of coke (White)
You can come to the hood if you want the dope (Want some dope?)

[Verse 2: BandManFari]
I-I shoot the K until that mothef*cker shake and smoke (Grrah, grrah)
Th-these n*ggas talkin', n*ggas lame, these n*ggas goin', uh (What?)
I put that motherf*ckin' K into his f*ckin' throat (Huh?)
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pus*y boy won't make it home (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
[Verse 3: Tay-K]
Pop up out the cut, we get up with ya (Gang)
Smoke him down like a damn Swisher (Fact)
f*ck a thot 'cause I need my bands bigger (Lil' b*tch)
Thought-thought-thought she was a keeper, but my mans hit her (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, my mans hit her, so I gotta switch her (Skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, my mans hit her, I let Blast switch her (Call up Blast)
Call up Blast, yeah, yeah, he's a ass-kicker (Fah-fah-fah)
Call up Bay-Bay, yeah, yeah, he's a class-ditcher (Fah)
Call a shooter, yeah, I gotta blast, n*gga (Call a shooter)
Gotta blast, leave you in the past, n*gga

[Verse 4: BandManFari]
I-I-I was ditchin' class for the cash, n*gga (Ditchin' class)
These n*ggas talkin' but I'm on they ass, n*gga
Get-get that money, had to get it fast, n*gga
I-I didn't do no work, just count that cash, n*gga (Always count the cash)

[Outro: BandManFari]
I just count the cash, n*gga (Count that cash, n*gga)
Run it up, I always count the cash, n*gga (Always count that cash)
I know nothin' else, I always knew that math, n*gga (Want that bag, n*gga)
Run it up, I always knew the math, n*gga, count (Always f*ckin' had 'em)
Juggin' for them bands, n*gga
Trap n*gga, you know I'm stackin' bands
Yeah, don't be scared, n*gga
Flip them bands, n*gga