Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show up 2 Blow Up, artist - Cashis. Album song I'ma Ride, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cleopatra, X-Ray
Song language: English
Show up 2 Blow Up |
Light up |
You know how I get down |
It’s chill |
I’m so fresh, ayy |
Every car I’m in weed scented |
I know eses that could write a book |
Off we winnin' (Woo) |
You the best bae |
Gotta keep my mind off these women |
I put Gucci on her coochie, now she G’d up (Now she G’d up) |
She woody-woodpeckin' all on my tree trunk (Tree trunk) |
Ha, baby, I so real |
Tell me how it feel with my vehicle |
Hit the dip, swing it side-to-side |
Don’t forget the pork with the potato |
Now we makin' chip, off the Richt' (Woo) |
We still run a label, still be labeled as a G |
And all my fatals ain’t no fable, now |
Grab a zip and break it down |
I so- I so awesome |
Every week I smoke a pound |
Silent in my house |
But still my lady sayin', «Boy, you loud» |
Known to fuck a beat up (I am) |
Known to fuck a beat up (I am) |
You fightin' everybody |
We ain’t known to take no re-ups (Aha) |
Known to fuck a beat up (I am) |
Known to fuck a beat up (I am) |
You fightin' everybody |
We ain’t known to take no re-ups, yeah |
Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Yeah) |
Money on my mind like this chronic I’ma roll up (Get it) |
Show up just to blow up, I show up just to blow up (Get it) |
Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah) |
Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Get it) |
Money on my mind like this chronic I’ma roll up (Yeah) |
Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Get it) |
Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah) |
I’m so fresh, ayy, nigga don’t test me |
Nigga don’t test me (Nigga don’t test) |
I am a genius, a mathematician |
Mathematical wizard, I’ll slide on your wisdom (Woo) |
I’ll shatter your prism, bitch |
Get off my dick, I’m on my boss up shit (I'm a boss) |
You won’t do shit but be a vic |
A stain, a lick, hardly a blip (Ya) |
Forever on my square, bitch |
And that’s some rare shit |
Drop racks on my kids, why? |
Because I care, bitch (Bitch) |
We ain’t never been the same, why? |
'Cause life ain’t fair, bitch (Yeah) |
Neither one of us is Fred |
So why do you a-stare, bitch? |
Look |
Also, also, also |
You should not be flossin' |
But he still be gully |
Get to stuntin' and you lost it (Yeah) |
Also, also, also |
You should not be flossin' |
Get to stuntin' and you lost it |
Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up |
Money on my mind like this chronic I’ma roll up (Ah) |
Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up |
Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah) |
Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Ah) |
Money on my mind like this chronic I’ma roll up (Ah) |
Show up just to blow up, show up just to blow up (Ah) |
Smokin' out a scraper, big rings like a donut (Yeah) |