Young Ambitionz - Blast Lyrics

Champagne on a bitch, smokin on gas
Fool tried to gank me, i had to blast
Zo6 vette, im drivin fast
Imma young hustler, scaling levels Baby these RAF
Diamonds on me, can get u blind
Cartier glasses, look how i shine
Buggers in my ears, look like a star
Lil bitch kno she love slidin the dick that she come back
Ima shoot a nigga if he owe me and don’t pay me
No ceilin a drop top all these bitches wanna date me
This aint cheap, you can’t afford get a life stop hating
She said im impressive, but your boyfriend he a lame bitch
Fuck that pussy then you go got more bitches waiting
Blowin up, u goin down foolie thats frustatin
Double up the couple racks Gamblin in the derby
Cop the chain a black hoodie and on top a Jersey
Told ur ho bring her friends she know ima friendly
She gon give me brain while im Countin these blue faces
I don’t care fuck ur baby momma, with no mercy
Call me when she want more, of my dick she gettin thirsty
Ima put my momma in a crib and cop an x6
Level up hunnid rubber bands, yeah fuck the twentys
You should realized Im the new wave, there’s no controversy
Got a shooter with a choppa and he gon leave it empty
Cash a check and save it In a sneaker box
Got ur bitch on drugs
Buy her a detox
She feel something in my jean and its not a gun
In the back she suck
Backwoods what we smoke
I Can kill you, fuck ur mom then run from the cops
A foolie get shot
And appears on fox
Gettin the shoe collection that is out of stock
Im gettin a lot
But Thats not enough
Champagne on a bitch, smokin on gas
Fool tried to gank me, i had to blast
Zo6 vette, im drivin fast
Imma young hustler, scaling levels Baby these RAF
Diamonds on me, can get u blind
Cartier glasses, look how i shine
Buggers in my ears, look like a star
Lil bitch kno she love slidin this dick she gon come back

Champagne on a bitch, smokin on gas
Fool tried to gank me, i had to blast
Zo6 vette, im drivin fast
Imma young hustler, scaling levels Baby these RAF
Diamonds on me, can get u blind
Cartier glasses, look how i shine
Buggers in my ears, look like a star
Lil bitch kno she love slidin the dick that she come back
Ima shoot a nigga if he owe me and don’t pay me
No ceilin a drop top all these bitches wanna date me
This aint cheap, you can’t afford get a life stop hating
She said im impressive, but your boyfriend he a lame bitch
Fuck that pussy then you go got more bitches waiting
Blowin up, u goin down foolie thats frustatin
Double up the couple racks Gamblin in the derby
Cop the chain a black hoodie and on top a Jersey
Told ur ho bring her friends she know ima friendly
She gon give me brain while im Countin these blue faces
I don’t care fuck ur baby momma, with no mercy
Call me when she want more, of my dick she gettin thirsty
Ima put my momma in a crib and cop an x6
Level up hunnid rubber bands, yeah fuck the twentys
You should realized Im the new wave, there’s no controversy
Got a shooter with a choppa and he gon leave it empty
Cash a check and save it In a sneaker box
Got ur bitch on drugs
Buy her a detox
She feel something in my jean and its not a gun
In the back she suck
Backwoods what we smoke
I Can kill you, fuck ur mom then run from the cops
A foolie get shot
And appears on fox
Gettin the shoe collection that is out of stock
Im gettin a lot
But Thats not enough
Champagne on a bitch, smokin on gas
Fool tried to gank me, i had to blast
Zo6 vette, im drivin fast
Imma young hustler, scaling levels Baby these RAF
Diamonds on me, can get u blind
Cartier glasses, look how i shine
Buggers in my ears, look like a star
Lil bitch kno she love slidin this dick she gon come back