Blast ’Em! Iluvvmyclique

[Intro: iluvvmyclique]
Ooh, Uh uh uh
Yuh, Uh uh uh
Woah, woah, aye, ooh

[Chorus: iluvvmyclique]
Put that boy up on the seat, we gon' blast 'em
[?]
Wonder why they hatin', so I'm finna ask 'em
Money, you seein' how it's comin' in faster?
I'm not a sensei bitch, I'm not a master
Comin' in hot, but I cause a disaster
Bitch for real bad, but I'm lookin' right past her
The way I be spittin' I feel like I'm [?]

[Verse: iluvvmyclique]
She said that she love me, but she cheatin' and it's sad
Forgot about that hoe, I drove 2 sacks and dropped the bag
Droppin' off the top, I up the score, I'm poppin' tags
Droppin' off they bodies like I'm droppin' fuckin' mags
Fuck everyone, yeah I need you for me
Not evеn [?] my gun [?]
Wanna run up, catch a shot to your spleen
Catchin' up money, was doin' the scream
Onе, two shot in yo' spleen, in yo brains
I'm workin' supreme, yeah I'm rockin' the [?]
[?] whip, why you switchin' the lanes?
Can't hit with y'all cus' y'all switched fuckin' lanes
[?] fit, and the Gucci on the shoes
Don't wanna reply, so I put that bitch on snooze
This ain't even a video game, but you already knew
Finna kill yo' homie, put that boy right on the noose
Yeah, on the noose
Fuck yo' bitch, [?]
Okay, okay, okay
Uh huh, yuh, uh
Oh yeah