Blassta lyrics

[Intro: Spark Master Tape]
Now I been to church, been to mosque
Try to speak to God, still I'm lost, no response
Get the call that my boy is gone
Another day when I feel grey, then I feel grape

[Chorus: Spark Master Tape]
One thing 'bout music when it out
Two hunnid in the bank, two hunnid in the bank

[Verse 1: Spark Master Tape]
Yeah, well it's the big Spark Master, rollin' with the Blassta
Shoot a little Uzi, and I shoot a little faster, I—
Walkin' through my hood, yeah, this mob sh*t
Shoot my pistol 'till my ass exhausted
b*tch, I want that cake and I want frosting
I'm a cold stone, stone-cold Steve Austin
I'm a pepper Don tweak
And pickin' peppers at the less addressed, Russian [?]
I ain't got no better lines
Chick, I'm Yoshi with the tongue
Horse di*k, you should bet on mine
Ayy, I'm Blanco with the plug
Ryu with hadoukens and red Fanta's in my cup
This sh*t is too vivid I live it
Triple my digits, I think your style is a figment
I'm Sigmund Freud with my b*tches
[Chorus: Spark Master Tape]
One thing 'bout music when it out
Two hunnid in the bank, two hunnid in the bank

[Verse 2: Spark Master Tape]
Yeah, well it's the big Spark Master, rollin' with the Blassta
Shoot a little Uzi, and I shoot a little faster
I, I, I should take a walk inside my park
And tag my parts like I was Bart. and tear apart a car for parts
Listen, I'm happy up
And half of Havana's in Atlanta, ayy, this gon' be my dope
It's like I'm filming for a stand-up