Blah Blah (feat. Big Win)

Bitch called my phone
She like blah, blah, blah
But i’m on the road, I’m like nah, nah, nah, nah
She like why, why, why, why
I’m like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like Post Malone with that gra-ta-ta

I’m feeling like I’m up and I ain’t coming down
I don’t give no fucks so I can’t fuck around
Balling till I fall till summer comes around
I need me some commas and a couple pounds
I been smoking
I been blazing
I been thinking, I been sipping
Making plays in different ways
They will overcome the competition
You been hating, I been making observations
All yall fading
Cuz I don’t want no conversation
Obvious we not the same bitch
Fuck you mean it’s big [?] Come to see the difference
Always on the move I keep the keys in the ignition
Like whoa, I ain’t never slow
Back on my bullshit, I’m just gassed up on the road
You already know

Bitch called my phone
She like blah, blah, blah
But i’m on the road, I’m like nah, nah, nah, nah
She like why, why, why, why
I’m like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like Post Malone with that gra-ta-ta-ta

They tryna take my throne
I’m like yeah, ha ha ha
I’m just in my zone
I feel like a rockstar
I been going hard and that shit is non stop
Woah, woah, woah

Yeah, we gassed up on the road and we ain’t moving slow
Never slowing down, just speeding up
Going so fast
In a Jaguar, like it’s Nascar
So we walk hard, we going crazy
Bad hoes all over me
Catch me on the tv like damn
Sitting back relaxing, i’m drinking man
All the fakes, they scheming
Talk now they tripping
But fuck life they living
Lil Xans at 18 you feening
Like these hoes you tweaking
Smoke weed till you sleeping

Bitch called my phone
She like blah, blah, blah
But i’m on the road, I’m like nah, nah, nah, nah
She like why, why, why, why
I’m like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I feel like Post Malone with that gra-ta-ta

They tryna take my throne
I’m like yeah, ha ha ha
I’m just in my zone
I feel like a rockstar
I been going hard and that shit is non stop
Woah, woah, woah