B.L.O.W. - Tory Lanez

Yeah, look

2006, these niggas hated

But I told them I would make it from the bottom

Look, I made this shit possible, baby, I’m back on the shits

My baby looked at me like, «damn it, I hate when you back on the shits»

Looked at it like this

I-I-I gotta stack it and flip

Yeah, this my Fargo shit man

I go, I go missin' for a month and this is what you do

Wait, I’ma take y’all way back, way, way back

Before the old school, before the Maybach

Whoever came back

And put the Maple Leaf on the Jays hat

I was on court chillin' with my niggas

On the corner fuckin' with the felons

Wishin' for the Honda Civic

Pacin', smokin' outta staircases in the ceilin'

Dawg, I just want a new job

Want my old girl to get a boob job

Want my new girl to get a new job

Yellin', «2Pac, 2Pac, 2Pac»

Two Glocks strapped all up on my waist

For any nigga trippin' around my way

Mini Mac, strapped for haters in the back

In this mini black JanSport backpack

Nigga, matter fact, uh

Rollin' blunts with my nigga Rocky

All we do is go, all we do is go, all we do is go

No, no, ain’t shit can stop me

I remember nights, uh

Livin' check to check to check to check

Fuckin' hoes neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck to neck, wait

(She ain’t fuckin' with Fargo)

I don’t be stressin' these hoes

Ridin' around with that thing

You shitted on me

I, I don’t be stressin' these hoes

I just pour liquor for niggas, that’s it

I do not fuck with you though

You shitted on me

And I can’t wait to blow on you

I can’t wait to blow on you

I can’t wait to blow

I can’t wait to blow on you

I can’t wait to blow on you

I can’t wait to blow

Wait, niggas hatin' on me like I ain’t pay for it, I ain’t slave for it

Wasn’t workin' night to night to day for it

Had to wait for it, had to spend a couple extra days for it

Bitch, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know

Couple bitches that go hand in head

I’m talkin', hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe, wait

Hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe and hoe

I heard so-and-so is in your new car

Two friends for my two dawgs

See I love a bitch that got a few flaws

Show my old bitches to my new broads

I got old bitches, I got new hoes

New flows, cars, clothes

Bentley whip, Ferrari doors

I’m Ari Gold in Entourage

I’m fuckin' hoes that’s on your squad, uh

Fargo, call me Argentina

Hate to be the reason

Why your dream bitches never get to see ya

Never, ever, ever, ever, ever

Me forever, ever, ever, ever, ever?

Hell yeah, niggas jealous of us

Gettin' hella, hella, hella, hella chedder

Got an elevator in my Hella Yela

Women love me like I’m on the Ellen show

Hella bars for my felon flow

Niggas hella hard hearin' blind to 'em

Gotta hit 'em with that Helen Keller flow

I fucked a lot of bitches, Lord forgive me

Father God, know I did a lot of sinnin'

Now, I’m watchin' every one of my decisions

'Cause I know the fact that even though I’m livin'

Nigga livin' under 'only God conditions'

So in my position

Gotta mob on the competition

Gotta squab on the opposition

Audemaur got me fuckin' every damn bitch in there like

«Dawg, dawg, I got all the bitches»

Subtractin' all you weak hoes

Stack money, money 'til it’s all addition, wait

I, I don’t be stressin' these hoes

I just pour liquor for niggas, that’s it

I do not fuck with you though

You shitted on me

And I can’t wait to blow on you

I can’t wait to blow on you

I can’t wait to blow

I can’t wait to blow on you

I can’t wait to blow on you

I can’t wait to blow