Blo A Kiss Lyrics – Yung Fazo

What I say? Uh

I say, “You can’t keep up” (Uh)
I’m brown Justin Bieber (Go)
That lil’ b!tch a diva (Yeah)
I f**k her then leave her (Yo)
Act like I won’t see her (No)
I swear I don’t need your love
Yeah, in love with the racks, yeah (Yo)
Yeah, I’m blowing her back, yeah (Yuh)
Yeah, I keep it a stack (Yo)
Motion be bringin’ me back, woah (Woo)
But that lil’ bit’ bad as f**k, she mad as f**k, I’m bringing her home (Woo)
Yeah, this is no average truck, it’s black as f**k, the tint be so low (Woo)
Every time I’m on the road, I drop it and go, you know that we swervin’ the whip (Okay)
They know I really be cold, but I didn’t know you wanted me, bring out the sh!t (XION ORION)
I’m finna f**k up the store, I walk in the ho, I’m really just Birkin yo’ b!tch (Uh, break in yo’ b!tch)
We finna bust through the door (Yeah), I’m praying you home woah, we really unloading the clip (Unloading the clip)
We got a whole lotta drums, you hearin’ the thump the way that the 808 hit (Oh, sh!t, yeah)
I know some mo’f**king bums that think they go dumb just ’cause they could put on a fit (Fit)
Told her I love and run, I think that sh!t fun, the way that she throwin’ a fit
I got unlimited funds so I can not love, so I’ma just blow her a kiss
I wanted two at one time, I made a lil’ Vine, I’m scratching that sh!t off the list (Go)
I made a whole lot of racks, don’t pull from no stack (Woah), I don’t want no one seeing sh!t
Yeah, my pockets super-sized (Woah), and they was 6′ 9, I double this sh!t like a glitch (Woah)
Walk in this bit’ looking fly (Y-y-yeah), she blowing my high, I really gotta cut off that b!tch (Let go, t-huah)
You really wish you was living like this (This)
You really wish you was off of the drugs and feelin’ the love from all of this sh!t (All of this sh!t)
You really wish you could call up the plug and they pulling up on five minute sh!t (Five minute sh!t)
She finna pull up in all her pajamas, I see her buns, I beat up that sh!t (Beat up that sh!t)
We got a whole lot of mo’f**kin’ guns (Yeah), we bringing the Drac’s, on OVO sh!t (Ye-ye-yeah)
How could you say that I’m not going dumb? I really did somethin’, I flooded my wrist (Yeah, flooded my wrist)
Always thought mama would call me a bum, but look at me now, she proud as a b!tch (Proud as a b!tch)
Whole lot of mo’f**kin’ hoes (Yeah), so who is it ’bout when I say I Prada my b!tch?
[?] I ever go ghost (Oh), I’m just in that mode where I just wan’ work on my sh!t (Yeah, damn)
Whole lotta mo’f**kin’ dough (Yeah), my pockets hang low, momma said I be saggin’ and sh!t (Saggin’ and sh!t)
I knew that I been him off the rip (Tell ya’)
I was just really waiting on love (Trying to wait on love)
I was really upset as a b!tch (Huh)
How you show love to mo’f**kers who suck? (Uh-huh, just sayin’ they suck)
I had to go and just flood out my wrist
I had to two-tone the ‘Benz, [on my love?] (Two-tone the ‘Benz up before)
When I pop out they gon’ be like, “Who this?”
Yeah, ’cause the sh!t I put on one of one (Put on this sh!t one of one)

Yeah (If you listen to f**king Yung Fazo (b!tch), your opinion does not matter)