Blow Muzik Rublow

[Intro]
(Drum Dummie made the beat)

[Chorus]
Baby, I been trappin' all day, and I ain't comin' inside 'til my money get right
Catchin plays 'til I'm tired, I been on the paper trail
If they lookin' for me, I'll be in the trenches with a scale catchin' sales
Baby, I been hustlin' all day with my tooly outside
And, I can't marry no bitch, I made that money my bride
Fuck, you good, but, can't love ya 'cause I'm committed to this paper, I'm a hustler

[Verse 1]
Ballin' 'til the death of I, standin' on these niggas neck and cuttin' off they air supply
Got too many hundreds, got the fifties gettin' jealous now
Trap phone jumpin', stove runnin', got a pot like on every eye
Niggas talkin' smoke 'til we air 'em out
Pull up like delivery, and take 'em out like carry out
And they might just have to hate forever, I might never die
Ya Bigg blow Copped 10 of them thangs
Plug threw me six more
They say, "Rublow lost it all," now, he winning again
God forgive me, 'cause I'm sinnin' again
Swore to God that I was done with that bitch, but, I done hit it again
Lot of sharks in this water, but, I'm swimming with slim and Birdman
Cash Money, it's a army, niggas hatin' hard, man that shit gettin' annoyin'
If they change they attitude, then, I might employ 'em
Front that boy some work and if he run off he's a goner (Blow)