Mango Foo - Blow lyrics

[Hook] Cold My neck, my wrist so cold Stove Remember whippin' on the stove Woah Big body Benz got ‘em like woah Blow Just got a sack, I'm finna blow [Verse 1] Water whippin' on the stove I talk to my n***as in jail with a code I knew by the age of four That I would get rich, that's on my mama's soul A hungry lil n***a, I started to stealin' and kickin' in all of these doors My uncle in prison and when he get out he say he gon' be back in the bowl Water whippin' on the stove I talk to my n***as in jail with a code I knew by the age of four That I would get rich, that's on my mama's soul A hungry lil n***a, I started to stealin' and kickin' in all of these doors My uncle in prison and when he get out he say he gon' be back in the bowl Remember them days when police hit the block We had to hide the work by the pole And free my cousin, he still in penitentiary He locked up and he never told These b**hes is snakes, and my heart is so cold I flip ‘em like Skippa, pa** ‘em to my bros Dick her down when I come out the robe Reject her call when she hit up my phone I'm in the Bentley riding down Jimmy Michael Phelps, diamonds water, they swimming In the foreign riding with an extension Plugged in from the Nawf to the city If it's money involved my n***a I'm with it If money on the move I'ma go get it Blow this sh** cause I can't take it with me My diamonds so cold it got me feeling frigid [Hook] Cold My neck, my wrist so cold Stove Remember whippin' on the stove Woah Big body Benz got ‘em like woah Blow Just got a sack, I'm finna blow [Verse 2] Pull up in a Rolls, just me and some hoes Double cup Actavis poured Foreign b**h play with her nose Forty on me, not the console Pop a perc and I feel like a ghost Jump off the stage and f** up the front row I'm finna pick up the bacon and go I'm just tryna run it up off these shows I roll up the cookie, put me in a daze I'm blowing money on these trips to LA I want the M&M's, no Doctor Dre I wonder if a mil can fill up a safe I'ma separate myself from you n***as You ain't tryna get no money, that's pitiful If they don't want the best for you, get rid of ‘em Watch out for these crab n***as with tentacles I'm swerving in and out my own lane I can do this sh** with no chains Some of you n***as is follow the leader You can't go off and do your own thang I'm smoking gas but no propane I support the use of c**aine My big dawg in the dope game Every time he move he use four names [Hook] Cold My neck, my wrist so cold Stove Remember whippin' on the stove Woah Big body Benz got ‘em like woah Blow Just got a sack, I'm finna blow