[Intro]

You did good, $lick

It’s a smash

Damn son, where’d you find this?

[Chorus]

Blam (Blam)

I just blammed on them (Let’s go)

Yeah, BLAM (Yeah)

I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, BLAM (Yeah)

I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, BLAM

I just blammed on them (Let’s go, let’s go, let's go)

Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs (Hype me up, up, up, up)

I just blammed on them

Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns (Let's go)

Yeah, I just blammed on them (Let's go)

[Post-Chorus]

Yeah, top down in that coupe, bitch, we way past Mercedes (Yeah)

I got many women bеgging me for a baby (Yeah)

I got many men and thеy wishing death on me

Choppa by my side with a full clip on it

And it go

[Refrain]

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

[Verse]

Yeah

Grey Cullinan, inside macaroni

Ain't gotta watch the opps 'cause my gang watch for me

God by my side, boy, I'm never ever lonely

Glock by my side so I'm always ridin' slowly

You know I push they buttons

They know I'm good for everything, and they good for nothin'

Hit the launchpad, you know I blam the dutton

That's like seven hundred horses taken off from nothin'

Yeah, blam, uh

I just be blammin' when I'm on the track

I just be blammin' the motherfuckin' pack

I just be blammin' the motherfuckin' bands

Yeah, blam, uh

I just be blammin' the motherfuckin' Glock

Cullinan blammin' the motherfuckin' block

Audemaur blammin' the motherfuckin' clock, yeah

Jump in, I hop in, and I swerve

Pop me a Xan' for my nerves

I'm geekin' and geekin' and geekin' and geekin' and throwin' the percs in a purse

Yeah, I just been winning, no L's

Yeah, all my engines, they yell, yeah

Building my biz to the heavens and flexing that I made it straight out of Hell, yeah

Blam on a dummy, then I take his honey

And bend and fuck her on top of my money

My wrist is too sunny, my chain is too sunny

My cup is too muddy

My exes on one knee

Beggin' ass bitches

I'm laughing in stiches

I'm burning up bridges

And building up riches

Blam on a witness, I blam with the stick

Blam on these bitch to suck on my dick

[Chorus]

Blam (Blam)

I just blammed on them (Let’s go)

Yeah, BLAM (Yeah)

I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, BLAM (Yeah)

I just blammed on them (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, BLAM

I just blammed on them (Let’s go, let’s go, let's go)

Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs (Hype me up, up, up, up)

I just blammed on them

Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns (Let's go)

Yeah, I just blammed on them (Let's go)

[Post-Chorus]

Yeah, top down in that coupe, bitch, we way past Mercedes (Yeah)

I got many women begging me for a baby (Yeah)

I got many men and they wishing death on me

Choppa by my side with a full clip on it

And it go

[Refrain]

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam

[Outro]

Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs

I just blammed on 'em

Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns (Damn son, where'd you find this?)

I just blammed on 'em

Too many cars, too many hoes, too many drugs

I just blammed on 'em

Too many bars, too many homes, too many guns

Yeah, I just blammed on 'em