Released on April 24, 2024

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[Intro: Bla$ta]

(Jit cooked this one)

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Bla$ta from the 4, Bla$ta

Bla$ta


[Verse 1: Bla$ta]

Popped a nigga ass last year, think he still healin' up (Graah)

Got some killers up top, they tryna send you up (Up top)

Can't stand an empty cup, hmm, fill me up

We gon' take his jewels from his ass, he don't drill enough

Pillow talkin' to these hoes, must be bitter or somethin'

Screenshot your face to the gang and get you hit or somethin'

Niggas never come where I hang 'cause it get lit or somethin'

Huh, get to pattin' niggas' pockets like I'm missin' somethin'

Slap a nigga with this stick, look like hе kissin' somethin'

They don't really feel mе but don't say it like a bitch or somethin' (Huh?)

Let my lil' dog jump out, now go and get you somethin'

Before I laid down a song I had to get me somethin'


[Verse 2]

Ayy, same stick on the Glock, but this a different gun

Pull up with them niggas with choppers like go and get you one

And free the shiners, all them niggas down for blicks or somethin'

I know that nigga dead, he on the ground, they postin' pictures of him

Ayy, Melly, keep it, that's a hundred, he got chop with him

Fire told me spank him with the bitch, go get on side of him

Twenty-three in traffic, play crazy, get that Honda flipped

All my opps broke, my clique shinin', bitch, it's captain [?]


[Verse 3]

[?] shoot shit that blow flames when I tap it

Knockin' shit you can't juke, hit stick him, no Madden

Started off with all metal, now I only keep plastic

We from a different cloth, you niggas that cheap fabric

My niggas gon' reak havoc

Niggas come try takin' mine

Twenty-two stuffed in this 40, it'd do it every time

Tryna duck the roller, system tryna give my niggas time

I got it with me so I hit it when them peoples get behind me

Every time, nigga


[Verse 4]

I just hit the road, came back and my pockets fat as hell

I can't fuck with no nigga if he gon' tattletell

Lil' bitch, she finna get handled, I swear she bad as hell

Got this big thing, I swear to God they hold the fattest shells

All I gotta do is say a word and they gon' get with you

Still hollerin' free the team, all my killers is official

Fuckin' around with wayo, mama nem gon' need some tissue

And them angels on your side if we slidin' and we don't hit you


[Verse 5]

Free my shiners, chopper boys, all my killers is they hit you

Have these niggas talking choppers, they ain't even got no pistol

He fresh out, we through the nun, and we itchin' for a victim

He was pimpin', he was trippin', lose my mental 'cause they sent him

Forever paid, RIP the baby, shots fired if they diss him

Called a couple on that side like 5 ain't have a victim

You ain't slide when they died, just don't Instagram dissin'

And the first one on that side was for an Instagram mention


[Verse 6]

Mini A fully equipped, watch it spit fire when I blast it

If it ain't flop, it's big lids behind that wheel when we in traffic

In them strikers we got tactics, fully chops is what we blastin'

Ask them niggas every time I bumped into 'em they was flaggin'

Keep my shiners out y'all mentions, niggas dyin' for attention

I'm that nigga bringin' choppers to the table when it's tension

Touch fly, come up missing, every fully got extentions

I put blood, sweat, and tears up in this shit for this position


[Verse 7]

Century orange, mini Draco

These niggas go against the code, then they get exposed

Leave 'em out to dry like they wearin' clothes (Can't)

My whole squad known for crackin', but I dangle fours (Yup)

They still ask me what I do it for

T-O-N-E and still kevmore

Can't forget Rusty the reason I let this fan blow

Tryna head-tap me a nigga when tuna cans blow

Nah, it ain't sweet, but I'm tellin' you you could get the whole roll


[Verse 8: WayMoBandzz]

I might regret it if I let a nigga slide (Slide)

Young legend out my hood, bitch, they treat me like I'm God (What you say?)

[?], we gon' live and we gon' die about this ride

And this shit'd never stop until everybody die

I'm that nigga turning shit up when I'm in the city

You know how many skits I done had? Well, I done dropped more than fifty

My name attached to gettin' money and gettin' busy

I told Bay we done talked some pape' and she can get with me (Ho, say)