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Blastin'! Video (MV)




Performed By: Lil Hatii
Length: 2:20
Written by: Robert Manahan




Lil Hatii - Blastin'! Lyrics




Caught the pussy nigga out in traffic
I caught that nigga lacking, I upped the AR-15
And then I got to blasting
Left his pussy ass in the past tense, Aye
Choppa with a dick get to blasting, Aye
I don't wanna f*ck, I just wanna nut in yo throat
Yeah dripping in designer I got gucci on my coat
Bad bitch throw it back
Yeah choppa with a mag hit a nigga in his back
Gang, Gang, Gang!
Glock with a beam it leave you with an injury
You ain't a friend of mine boy you a enemy
I know this little bitch really is into me
My pistol clip hella long like a centipede
Aye! (Aye!)
All you niggas do is talk
Got a choppa with a dick hit a nigga in the jaw
Pouring up a four, Pour a bottle of the wok
Double up the styrofoam
Limp walk, Lean wok (Wok)
I know i'm that nigga I could f*ck on your spouse
Put my dick in her mouth then you kiss on that thot (Nasty)
Glock 45 break him down like a fraction
Got to much to lose so you won't catch me lacking
Run up in your house take your shit
Caught you lacking
I was counting money that I got from the back in

3 up but bitch it's 3 down if nigga test me, ayy
Yo bitch she up in my dm she call me sexy, ayy
I'm gone i'm sipping on the wok it make my tummy ache
Go head, You gone and pissed me off
Niggas really bitch though
Death threats that shit been old
I don't give a f*ck about yo pistol
Steady talking bout the same shit
Better stop talking out yo neck bitch
Before I pull up and I get it hectic
3 Up
Thirteen
Gang
F*ck
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Caught the pussy nigga out in traffic
I caught that nigga lacking, I upped the AR-15
And then I got to blasting
Left his pussy ass in the past tense, Aye
Choppa with a dick get to blasting, Aye
I don't wanna f*ck, I just wanna nut in yo throat
Yeah dripping in designer I got gucci on my coat
Bad bitch throw it back
Yeah choppa with a mag hit a nigga in his back
Gang, Gang, Gang!
Glock with a beam it leave you with an injury
You ain't a friend of mine boy you a enemy
I know this little bitch really is into me
My pistol clip hella long like a centipede
Aye! (Aye!)
All you niggas do is talk
Got a choppa with a dick hit a nigga in the jaw
Pouring up a four, Pour a bottle of the wok
Double up the styrofoam
Limp walk, Lean wok (Wok)
I know i'm that nigga I could f*ck on your spouse
Put my dick in her mouth then you kiss on that thot (Nasty)
Glock 45 break him down like a fraction
Got to much to lose so you won't catch me lacking
Run up in your house take your shit
Caught you lacking
I was counting money that I got from the back in

3 up but bitch it's 3 down if nigga test me, ayy
Yo bitch she up in my dm she call me sexy, ayy
I'm gone i'm sipping on the wok it make my tummy ache
Go head, You gone and pissed me off
Niggas really bitch though
Death threats that shit been old
I don't give a f*ck about yo pistol
Steady talking bout the same shit
Better stop talking out yo neck bitch
Before I pull up and I get it hectic
3 Up
Thirteen
Gang
F*ck
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Writer: Robert Manahan
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