DJ Esco, Juicy J, Future - My Blower lyrics
Future [Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DJ Esco, Juicy J, Future - My Blower lyrics]
Hold up, Esco, Hold up, I got you mane
It's gettin technical, it's gettin technical
I can tell you that ayy
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man
Roll up bitch better know who I am
(who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')
Already worked out a deal
(yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill
(uh huh) , good thing I had my blower (slick
Slick) i'm always chasin' these mills
Cause, I used to sleep on the floor (mhmm)
I know you see me in all this gear
Still I wanna have more
Been fuckin this hoe for years
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours
(Ayy) I just popped my hood (hood) and
I can't find my motor (motor)
I walked in the bank
(bank) like bitch never mind
My odor (my odor)
That's grade A loud I'm blowin
(mhmm) I just put my wrist out
It's snowin (snowin)
Its a baby AR I'm totin'
(totin') , nigga try me right now
I'mma show him
Been getting paid since the percolator
You ain't real you a impersonator (nigga)
I got money so damn old that
It ain't even in circulate (yeah)
Hook your ass to a respirator
I was only tryna help you haters
Send my goons to assassinate you
My joint so long I use wrapping paper
Lit, I'm a stoner
Met your girl at the club I'mma bone her
You can have that hoe right back
I don't want that bitch, she a loaner
Used to be hanging on the corner
Now a nigga live on the Billboard
I got more money than I can spend
And a team full of niggas that’ll kill for it
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man
Roll up bitch better know who I am
(who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')
Already worked out a deal
(yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill
(uh huh) , good thing I had my blower (slick
Slick) i'm always chasin these mills
Cause, I used to sleep on the floor
I know you see me in all this gear
Still I wanna have more
Been fuckin this hoe for years
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours
Lil' nigga need to go chill
Good thing I had my blower
Sixteen zips in the seal
Twenty-five hundred tomorrow
Pushin up in a new whip
Got wings all on my doors
Fuckin off in Chanel
I done bought the Hermes store up
Rollin' up straight out the zip
(smoke) OG all in my bud (kush)
Made my hoe switch ships
Bitch you know I'm the plug
Actavis, Actavis, Actavis
Bitch gotta keep two cups
Mix it up till it turn pink
Now about the time we po' up (po' up)
I done been up for a week
Now I feel like I'm about to throw up
Fuck around hit my cup
(cup) you ain't gon' do nothin but nod (pint)
Ran up on a whole lotta millions
(millions) Super done beat those odds (odds)
Hang around a lot of retards
Gotta keep the hammer on guard
I'm gonna make it hard for you eat
Cause most of you niggas y'all frauds
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man
Roll up bitch better know who I am
(who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')
Already worked out a deal
(yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill
(uh huh) , good thing I had my blower (slick
Slick) i'm always chasin these mills
Cause, I used to sleep on the floor
I know you see me in all this gear
Still I wanna have more
Been fuckin this hoe for years
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours
Lil' nigga need to go chill
Good thing I had my blower
It's gettin technical, it's gettin technical
I can tell you that ayy
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man
Roll up bitch better know who I am
(who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')
Already worked out a deal
(yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill
(uh huh) , good thing I had my blower (slick
Slick) i'm always chasin' these mills
Cause, I used to sleep on the floor (mhmm)
I know you see me in all this gear
Still I wanna have more
Been fuckin this hoe for years
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours
(Ayy) I just popped my hood (hood) and
I can't find my motor (motor)
I walked in the bank
(bank) like bitch never mind
My odor (my odor)
That's grade A loud I'm blowin
(mhmm) I just put my wrist out
It's snowin (snowin)
Its a baby AR I'm totin'
(totin') , nigga try me right now
I'mma show him
Been getting paid since the percolator
You ain't real you a impersonator (nigga)
I got money so damn old that
It ain't even in circulate (yeah)
Hook your ass to a respirator
I was only tryna help you haters
Send my goons to assassinate you
My joint so long I use wrapping paper
Lit, I'm a stoner
Met your girl at the club I'mma bone her
You can have that hoe right back
I don't want that bitch, she a loaner
Used to be hanging on the corner
Now a nigga live on the Billboard
I got more money than I can spend
And a team full of niggas that’ll kill for it
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man
Roll up bitch better know who I am
(who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')
Already worked out a deal
(yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill
(uh huh) , good thing I had my blower (slick
Slick) i'm always chasin these mills
Cause, I used to sleep on the floor
I know you see me in all this gear
Still I wanna have more
Been fuckin this hoe for years
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours
Lil' nigga need to go chill
Good thing I had my blower
Sixteen zips in the seal
Twenty-five hundred tomorrow
Pushin up in a new whip
Got wings all on my doors
Fuckin off in Chanel
I done bought the Hermes store up
Rollin' up straight out the zip
(smoke) OG all in my bud (kush)
Made my hoe switch ships
Bitch you know I'm the plug
Actavis, Actavis, Actavis
Bitch gotta keep two cups
Mix it up till it turn pink
Now about the time we po' up (po' up)
I done been up for a week
Now I feel like I'm about to throw up
Fuck around hit my cup
(cup) you ain't gon' do nothin but nod (pint)
Ran up on a whole lotta millions
(millions) Super done beat those odds (odds)
Hang around a lot of retards
Gotta keep the hammer on guard
I'm gonna make it hard for you eat
Cause most of you niggas y'all frauds
Forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man
Roll up bitch better know who I am
(who doe?) told my lean man, po' up (po')
Already worked out a deal
(yeah) ain't tryna go no lower (no)
Lil' homie need to calm down, chill
(uh huh) , good thing I had my blower (slick
Slick) i'm always chasin these mills
Cause, I used to sleep on the floor
I know you see me in all this gear
Still I wanna have more
Been fuckin this hoe for years
She ain't tell me this pussy was yours
Lil' nigga need to go chill
Good thing I had my blower