Blast Off! (Extended Version)

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Young.Fendi

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Cooking that shit up with Raxks
I don't got time to relax (Nah)
But I got a play for the pack
But if he want to play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg
Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt
Walk down on the opps they Blast Off
Tryna fight gon be your last fought
Cooking that shit up with Raxks
I don't got time to relax
Calling me fake but you moving with rats
But if he wanna play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg
Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt
Walk down on the opps they Blast Off
Tryna fight gon be your last fought
But I know I gotta watch who call me brother, cuz I know them niggas be playing both Sides
Just say you be moving with eight or ten niggas, I promise you four of them never gon Slide
But I'm getting to it, and niggas be hating on me but I told them it's gon be alright
They think we into it, these niggas B goofy
They run up on me then they prolly gon die
Get put in the air like some Za
Know some niggas that want me to turn to a strain, If you want that shit you better slide
They know they ain't got a chance
They know that I got the bands
And we just hopped on the plane
She told me to just hit when you land
I'm trying to get to the hunnids I'm hungry, these niggas ain't taking shit from me
Niggas be laughing and broke as a joke, like lil nigga ain't shit funny
I'm off the Wocky, alotta these niggas be wocky and white hoes they love the snow
Just know she ain't talking bout X games, when shawty say that she gon off the slopes
Cooking that shit up with Raxks
I don't got time to relax (Nah)
But I got a play for the pack
But if he want to play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg
Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt
Walk down on the opps they Blast Off
Tryna fight gon be your last fought
Cooking that shit up with Raxks
I don't got time to relax
Calling me fake but you moving with rats
But if he wanna play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg
Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt
Walk down on the opps they Blast Off
Tryna fight gon be your last fought
I got the cash, I did the dash
I left two f*ck niggas sitting in last
I had to focus on counting my racks, then I just had to go hop in a bag
Like how you gon slime out a snake
When you be moving with real deal rats
And how you be calling me fake, like I was the one that took yo pack
But f*ck allat
If yo ass a Bandit go get the shit back
Niggas be tweeting, deleting, internet beefing, and feigning for clout that's a fact
I've been cooking with Raxks, ain't no time to relax
Sorry I'm Late but I'm running it back, need a crib with a lake and a Track in the back
Let a f*ck nigga play, send em straight off the map
Cooking that shit up with Raxks
I don't got time to relax (Nah)
But I got a play for the pack
But if he want to play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg
Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt
Walk down on the opps they Blast Off
Tryna fight gon be your last fought
Cooking that shit up with Raxks
I don't got time to relax
Calling me fake but you moving with rats
But if he wanna play he'll get smoked like a pack dawg
Don't take that mask off, just up face-shot, on the asphalt
Walk down on the opps they Blast Off
Tryna fight gon be your last fought

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