Call me young jimmy cause I got a blast off
You niggas bitches you mad soft
Hop in the boof
I'm rappin my ass off
Running the street get my bag off
You can't play, you know I'm intelligent
I like bitches that's pretty and delicate
Roll up a wood, I smoke for the hell of it
Hit my shit have ya stuck where ya standing at
Profit I'm good with the melodies,
Pray for my niggas locked down
Facing these felonies, I gotta be what it's meant for me
I'm shooting my shot ain't no
Blocking me
On my way to the top where I gotta be
Profit a motherf*cking anomaly
So you pussy ass niggas acknowledge me
I'm a damn monster up in these streets
Do what I gotta do, yeah I'm stacking my cheese
Get that revenue, gotta stay10 steps ahead of you
All a nigga do is win I can never lose If a nigga go against me he make the news
I don't wanna f*ck a bitch she got issues
She sucked up I give her some tissue
Cum on the face tell her clean it up
Only f*ck with that bitch is she eat it up,
I'm the man of my city I run it up
I just get to the bands and you dumb as f*ck
I be all in my bag and you niggas stuck
Profit so cold change the temperature
Profit so cold change the temperature
I f*ck on your bitch then get rid of her
I been stacking it up can't compare to us
I be working so hard to get mega bucks
It's all about timing don't need no luck
And if you ain't talking facts
Then don't get no f*cks
F*ck on you bitch and get rid of her
I be stacking it up can't
Compare to us
I be working so hard to get mega bucks
It's all about timing don't need
No luck
Call me young jimmy cause I got a blast off
You niggas bitches, you mad soft
Hop in the boof
I'm rappin my ass off
Running the street get my bag off
You can't play, you know I'm intelligent
I like bitches that's pretty and delicate
Roll up a wood, I smoke for the hell of it
Hit my shit have ya stuck where ya standing at
Yung Profit - Blast Off Lyrics
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Call me young jimmy cause I got a blast off
You niggas bitches you mad soft
Hop in the boof
I'm rappin my ass off
Running the street get my bag off
You can't play, you know I'm intelligent
I like bitches that's pretty and delicate
Roll up a wood, I smoke for the hell of it
Hit my shit have ya stuck where ya standing at
Profit I'm good with the melodies,
Pray for my niggas locked down
Facing these felonies, I gotta be what it's meant for me
I'm shooting my shot ain't no
Blocking me
On my way to the top where I gotta be
Profit a motherf*cking anomaly
So you pussy ass niggas acknowledge me
I'm a damn monster up in these streets
Do what I gotta do, yeah I'm stacking my cheese
Get that revenue, gotta stay10 steps ahead of you
All a nigga do is win I can never lose If a nigga go against me he make the news
I don't wanna f*ck a bitch she got issues
She sucked up I give her some tissue
Cum on the face tell her clean it up
Only f*ck with that bitch is she eat it up,
I'm the man of my city I run it up
I just get to the bands and you dumb as f*ck
I be all in my bag and you niggas stuck
Profit so cold change the temperature
Profit so cold change the temperature
I f*ck on your bitch then get rid of her
I been stacking it up can't compare to us
I be working so hard to get mega bucks
It's all about timing don't need no luck
And if you ain't talking facts
Then don't get no f*cks
F*ck on you bitch and get rid of her
I be stacking it up can't
Compare to us
I be working so hard to get mega bucks
It's all about timing don't need
No luck
Call me young jimmy cause I got a blast off
You niggas bitches, you mad soft
Hop in the boof
I'm rappin my ass off
Running the street get my bag off
You can't play, you know I'm intelligent
I like bitches that's pretty and delicate
Roll up a wood, I smoke for the hell of it
Hit my shit have ya stuck where ya standing at
You niggas bitches you mad soft
Hop in the boof
I'm rappin my ass off
Running the street get my bag off
You can't play, you know I'm intelligent
I like bitches that's pretty and delicate
Roll up a wood, I smoke for the hell of it
Hit my shit have ya stuck where ya standing at
Profit I'm good with the melodies,
Pray for my niggas locked down
Facing these felonies, I gotta be what it's meant for me
I'm shooting my shot ain't no
Blocking me
On my way to the top where I gotta be
Profit a motherf*cking anomaly
So you pussy ass niggas acknowledge me
I'm a damn monster up in these streets
Do what I gotta do, yeah I'm stacking my cheese
Get that revenue, gotta stay10 steps ahead of you
All a nigga do is win I can never lose If a nigga go against me he make the news
I don't wanna f*ck a bitch she got issues
She sucked up I give her some tissue
Cum on the face tell her clean it up
Only f*ck with that bitch is she eat it up,
I'm the man of my city I run it up
I just get to the bands and you dumb as f*ck
I be all in my bag and you niggas stuck
Profit so cold change the temperature
Profit so cold change the temperature
I f*ck on your bitch then get rid of her
I been stacking it up can't compare to us
I be working so hard to get mega bucks
It's all about timing don't need no luck
And if you ain't talking facts
Then don't get no f*cks
F*ck on you bitch and get rid of her
I be stacking it up can't
Compare to us
I be working so hard to get mega bucks
It's all about timing don't need
No luck
Call me young jimmy cause I got a blast off
You niggas bitches, you mad soft
Hop in the boof
I'm rappin my ass off
Running the street get my bag off
You can't play, you know I'm intelligent
I like bitches that's pretty and delicate
Roll up a wood, I smoke for the hell of it
Hit my shit have ya stuck where ya standing at
Writer: Greg Stallings
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