Gotta Blast Lyrics

[Intro]

(This Friday night at Madison Soss Garden)



[Chorus]

Too late (Yo)

You're too late, yo

You're too late, you're too late, you're too late

I'm on my way

Up, up, up, up



[Verse 1]

I'm on my P's and Q's, I'm not Lil Uzi, yo

Careful on the doja, this some good Cookie, yo

I see how she looking, she gon' give it to me, yo

She love poppin' her pussy when a nigga listen, yo

Yeah, I'm all ears, Martin Lawrence, yo

Yeah, she all real, hundred percent, yo

She be fuckin' with me for some purchases

I just wan' be rich, man, fuck this bitch



[Chorus]

Too late (Yo)

You're too late, yo

You're too late, you're too late, you're too late

I'm on my way

Up, up, up, up



[Verse 2]

Yeah, I'm stressed out, but I'm blessed up, say

I just got my check up, say

They been hating on us for a while

Do I still intimidate you now?

Money Mayweather, ayy, prayin' for some blue days

C-notes, hit a freak ho, never make her bae

Fuck her good, yeah, she's never gon' be the same

The way she suck and fuck used to drive me crazy



[Chorus]

Too late (Yo)

You're too late, yo

You're too late, you're too late, you're too late

I'm on my way

Up, up, up, up