Fiend - Going Out With A Blast Lyrics
[fiend]Gotta go, cause if I gotta goI know I gotta go, but Im goin out with a blast(goin out with a what)ChorusGoin out with a blast, to tells buck a buck a!Murder on my mind mother*****er, so ***** ya x2Im on the run with identical guns, murder in the firstPreaching, smilin making money cause my gun, haters disperseWhats the worst that can happen to capital f-iI might die but goin to try, see, cause stakes is my right eyeBelieve is shooting the automatic collecting recieving all the cabbageWas my advantage, have you forgot Im the baddest, baddestThe crowd involve my men, nine milla cheater meterAs my brain tissue, hard pauses and ass eaterWelcome to the edition of bullets splitting and ass kickingMy mission to glisten a for every writtion renditionWhats my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to rock itAnd my logic the prophet, and if she like itYou get dropped stop it, jock itAs my sad ass asks back for the cashTell me, how many players goin out my niggaChorus x3You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the *****My *****es talk glare, and them hoes aint stuck broAlready cause of me, nopd on itHelecopter, so I had to holler at p to get the chopperProper, hollered at a popper from that thirdA crazy ***** Ill b.o., but deep a nigga wont earnWord, you aint heard, this nigga kinda fed upPressure, to my head up, till I pop a dead upLet up, the whole block smoked out like woodstockIf you good you would not plot and get choppedMine from the *****ed glock, as it was a humFrom two things I cant control are my cum and my gunChorus x2Leave his life for me, and Im a make sure his ass goin sufferHeard he was a fed, Im a blow off both of his colorsHed ? ? ? ? war of my mother, man, I wish I could duck itBut ***** it, I didnt know I snorted past my budgetThis life, Im a rush it, dead cope with the bangCause neer a mother*****er did a damn thing where I hangChorus x4
