JAY1 - Blazed lyrics

Trobi on the beat yeah, yeah, look

Retaliation if he fuck about it
I hit the cell for bro, cah he my killy killy
Hella bitches try to ring the boy
But I decline the call becah' I'm busy, busy
I remember back like 7 summers when I told
Myself I need to stack a milli'
Got to work, I started grafting hard and
Now my back account is looking silly, silly
Ay, how you gonna fuck my nigga and
Expect me to fly you kway bitch, you played
And if you carry on talking shit then I'll
Take you cunts on a rainy day
Everybody wanna cramp my style
Tell them kick right back 'cause
We ain't the same
Like, how you gonna talk 'bout paper
When you ain't evеn paper chasing
I think I had enough of thesе groupies 'cause
I get vexed when they call man Jason
Back in 2017 it was different 'cause the
Bad tings was tryna leave man waiting
Now, they tryna get that
Dating, big Uber chips, i swear they paying
Dumb pricks on the TL hating, why? prob'ly
'cause I'm getting that cake in, boy
Bitch try say "put 2 on the list"
Fuck that, man, I pull up with like 80 boys
Big JOC on the front with no dumb
Shit, don't ever try to break 'em, boy
Drillest boy there can't take
That, that I'm famous
Bro shut up and make it
I know a couple men are gonna copy this
So onto this 'cause the flow's contagious
Fuckin' hell
How you so stressed 'bout a fucking girl
Get your shoes on, there's a fucking world
They don't wanna tell you but
I fucked your misses
Copped two bottles of Hennessy
Ain't leaving 'til the whole tings finished
How you're gonna try move to the shorty
Get air time then call her frigid
I can do drill and say words like dicky
Had to leave Steph 'cause the bitch too picky
D9 from the CV, that's dilly
Whoever jumped on the hate trend is silly
If you done did then you're copying Lippy
But I couldn't give a toss
'cause I made my milli
Switch the flow, okay
I did that exactly and doubled my chedder up
Pulled up to tape with my niggas
Got 25 bottles, now galy, you're beggin' us
Kick you niggas to the floor
These bars are coming raw
I promise you ain't getting up
Dank in the back, smelling like dank
Got the federally smellin' us
Mercedes is black and my diamonds are shining
Go straight to the top or
I promise it's timing
And I need disappear from my life and career
Now I'm switching the gears
All you niggas are tired
Give thanks to god, that's word to my sister
Touch any of them and then I'll a killer
Thats the rest you can't play with the
Best cause my families are winners
JAY1, JAY1