Gotta Blast

You’re too late, yo
You’re too late, you’re too late, you’re too late
I’m on my way
Up, up, up, up
I’m on my P’s and Q’s, I’m not Lil Uzi, yo
Careful on the doja, this some good Cookie, yo
I see how she looking, she gon' give it to me, yo
She love poppin' her pussy when a nigga listen, yo
Yeah, I’m all ears, Martin Lawrence, yo
Yeah, she all real, hundred percent, yo
She be fuckin' with me for some purchases
I just wan' be rich, man, fuck this bitch
Too late (Yo)
You’re too late, yo
You’re too late, you’re too late, you’re too late
I’m on my way
Up, up, up, up
Yeah, I’m stressed out, but I’m blessed up, say
I just got my check up, say
They been hating on us for a while
Do I still intimidate you now?
Money Mayweather, ayy, prayin' for some blue days
C-notes, hit a freak ho, never make her bae
Fuck her good, yeah, she’s never gon' be the same
The way she suck and fuck used to drive me crazy
Too late (Yo)
You’re too late, yo
You’re too late, you’re too late, you’re too late
I’m on my way
Up, up, up, up