Rustage, Aerial Ace - Blow Up lyrics

Blow up
They all get mad when I blow up
They wanna fight, but don't show up
Bitch, I'm the GOAT, so just grow up
Fuck, I'm so mad, I might blow up
I do not care, I give no love
They do their best, but they choke up
I'm bout to go nuts, you feel the heat when I blow up

Bakugo
Do it myself like it's Rakugo
Bout to go nuts, no Pistachio
I make em scared, what I'd do like a ransom note
They ramble, oh
Got more smoke than a vape show, rapido
I'm the GOAT, I don't play god, Mario
I got flames when I take shots, might be British, how I'm great when I bake off
I am not one to take orders, I leave a man with disorders
I bring the heat and I don't need a simile, don't need a fucking thesaurus
Charge right in, no Taurus, I blow the lid right off Pandora
Leave em in Class 1B, they bore us, cautious, I let it bang, no chorus


All of these villains, they act like they know it all
I break em down like I kick it with Overhaul
Top of the class in all stats, that be overall
Rocking with genius leave blood on your overalls
I got grenades on my hands like I'm Bruno Mars
Boutta tell a brother who's in charge
I'm a hit em with the coup de grace
Cause I'm bigger than a nuclear blast
Red hot, Hades
Headshot, AP
I bring the tremors like Haiti
Crazy, they can't compare cause they ain't me
Stay making moves, got no time for you lazies
They acting rude, I don't mind if they hate me
Speaking the truth, so don't whine like a baby
Breaking the news, can not find where your name be

Blow up, they all get mad when I blow up
No love, I'm putting holes through my opps like they donuts
Blow up, they all get mad when I blow up
No love, then I'll be right at their face like a close up

Blow up
They all get mad when I blow up
They wanna fight, but don't show up
Bitch, I'm the GOAT, so just grow up
Fuck, I'm so mad, I might blow up
I do not care, I give no love
They do their best, but they choke up
I'm bout to go nuts, you feel the heat when I blow up

Swerve in your block at mach speed, round up cuts, no sickle
Not one trickle, pop on opps, I'm showing em fireworks, they don't fizzle
Homi triple, one two three, I string along violence, ain't no fiddle
Wipe their sniffle, killa photography, cannons flashing spamming pixels
He want static, he must be on acid, take one trip to trip em
On my comic tip his life, we stripped em, I compress his rhythm
Single file em, then we dot and zip em, grease em holy chrism
Boy, I'm popping, vixens want a fixing of this nitro glisten
How you gon box me, you pussy, you not a good match, you cross me, you won't leave a scratch
I fire the pin, the stick get to lifting his hatch, I'm leaving em broken and flat
I took em to class, it went at the course of a crash, I'm passing his atoms of mass
A few ways, I just bagged some new weight, I'm that dude, I do say

Blow up, they all get mad when I blow up
No love, I'm putting holes through my opps like they donuts
Blow up, they all get mad when I blow up
No love, then I'll be right at their face like a close up

Blow up
They all get mad when I blow up
They wanna fight, but don't show up
Bitch, I'm the GOAT, so just grow up
Fuck, I'm so mad, I might blow up
I do not care, I give no love
They do their best, but they choke up
I'm bout to go nuts, you feel the heat when I blow up
Blow up
They all get mad when I blow up
They wanna fight, but don't show up
Bitch, I'm the GOAT, so just grow up
Fuck, I'm so mad, I might blow up
I do not care, I give no love
They do their best, but they choke up
I'm bout to go nuts, you feel the heat when I blow up