Mark Murrille - Blow Something lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Pyro] Uh, Kush smoke inside my lungs/ Called that b**h just to make her cum/ Keep a bad b**h right beside of me/ It Look like we hit the lottery-winning/ If you ain't gonna blow this weed/ You better blow my f**ing dick/ Take a lick/ Make it drip/ On the tip/ b**h don't spit/ Good head get your toes licked/ With some dope dick/ Like She a kid I'm Miyagi, i got her calling me the master/ This rich n***a pray to god if I break bread you could call me a pastor/ In that p**y ima go dive, If its a concert i got a gold ticket/ She gave me neck like a clothes line/ With a Wet lake like Ricky/ Watch/ n***as can't f** with me/ Living with luxury/ Started from nothing but love and good company/ Now I stack chips and these b**hes in lust with me/ Celibate attitude can't get no f**s from me/ Bad b**h and she put all her trust in me/ But Its like a third world country these b**hes be thirsty and Hungary/ b**hes pop p**y I just pop my collar/ Blowing this weed and I'm blowing my dollars/ Blowing this loud always keep a b**h quiet/ Hang up on you once the money is calling/ n***a 6'2 but the money is taller/ I'm balling like Jordan smoke weed like a scholar/ I got Jewish bread like hall-ah/ Rastafari how I'm gone off the ganja/ What's the problem n***a/ (Chorus x2) If you ain't blowing this weed You better be blowing this dick I'm high off life But You gotta blow something Uh If you ain't blowing this weed You better be blowing this dick I'm high off life But You gotta blow something b**h [Verse 2: Young Pyro] Telling me to turn down when I'm hyped up/ I'm a New York n***a when my sh** drop i put my lights up/ They looking at who I f**/ They asking how I stack my bucks/ She like the way I break it down then twist the blunt and fire it up/ I never been a b**h and I'm flyer than a thug/ Never be broke no ill never be a scrub/ Won't betray my n***as I never watch they hoes/ That's just how it goes I'm living by the code/ If She a bad b**h I might give her a treat/ Pissing on the game and I won't wipe the seat/ That's nasty of me/ That's trashy of me/ But your b**h understand that's why her nickname is capeash/ Blow something no bubbles/ Shawty bad and she trouble/ Bedroom boxer we rumble/ Hit it so hard that I make the b**h fumble, I'm humble/ Stay fresh stay clean but I'm smoking on sticky/ Call that b**h juicy she get so trippy/ f** a b**h long this ain't no quickie/ Ain't talking bout pants but she on my Dickie/ Wanna co*k block that's a gunshot/ b**h I'm the sh** just like the bubble guts/ Got your b**h in my corridor/ Tiptoeing on wooden floors/ Dog the b**h she on all fours/ Dog b**hes on a kitty tour/ And nothing was the same like drake after i smashed She saying its yours/ Call it destruction I'm busting her walls/ Made by god don't got no flaws/ If you on my team just know I got y'all/ If there is a problem it takes one call/ A Saint is just a sinner who stood up/ Made it out but I still throw my hood up/ Rolling that good up/ Call me Kimbo slice when they hear me f** the hook up/ Watch me f** the hookup/ Uh (Chorus x2) If you ain't blowing this weed You better be blowing this dick I'm high off life But You gotta blow something Uh If you ain't blowing this weed You better be blowing this dick I'm high off life But You gotta blow something b**h