Gotta Blast

(This Friday night at Madison Soss Garden)

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

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 pvssy when a nigga listen, yo

Yeah, I'm all ears, Martin Lawrence, yo

Yeah, she all real, hundred percent, yo

She be ****in' with me for some purchases

I just wan' be rich, man, fuxk this b!tch

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

Fuxk her good, yeah, she's never gon' be the same

The way she suck and fuxk 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