Blow Me a Dub - Max B

This is what we do

Let’s go, yeah

I’m 'bout to blow me a dub

I need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away

The sour serenades my soul

(You better show me some love)

We sell seven bricks of 'caine a day

What’s the matter with y’all hoes

(This for my homies and thugs)

I’ma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies

See you at the crossroads

(You niggas better show me some love)

Show me some love

Niggas tried they best to hurt me, come and catch the birdie

I’m Tom Brady, you a Testeverde

Yeah, old, washed-up with no arm strength

He don’t show no remorse, he ain’t got a conscience

He ain’t got the don sense to be the boss

Who that nigga they talkin' 'bout, that he need the cost

Biggavel', bet I prove 'em wrong again just like the last wave

I only get the money, hit the honeys that be nasty

Blast me, caught 'em off the lean, took his breath away

The ratchay, tore him off his jeans, took his vest away

Spend 50, put the rest away, tuck my metal hold

750 for a rainy day, cuz you’ll never know

Know he got that better blow, Ds tried to crept strong

The Ds’ll still a 9 even when stepped on

The sourman, throw me dub, the powderman, show me love

95 off a high-speed drive

I’m 'bout to blow me a dub

I need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away

The sour serenades my soul

(You better show me some love)

We sell seven bricks of 'caine a day

What’s the matter with y’all hoes

(This for my homies and thugs)

I’ma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies

See you at the crossroads

(You niggas better show me some love)

Show me some love

Nigga better show me some love man

All this wave I bring to the game

Y’all niggas better show Biggavel' that love man

Might have to go back in, ya know

Might have to go do that 30, ya know

Fuck it, ya know

I’mma leave you niggas that wave though

Boss Don Biggavel', Byrd gang

Gotta love it, yeah

Public Domain 2 shit for you niggas baby

So wavy

Shouts to my boy Midel Barrio

Got the smiley faces back in the building

Nigga Al Pac, what’s good baby, we Gain Greene

Ron Gida, Mike Bruno, ya know

It is what it is

I’m 'bout to blow me a dub

I need a swig of Grand Cru to take the pain away

The sour serenades my soul

(You better show me some love)

We sell seven bricks of 'caine a day

What’s the matter with y’all hoes

(This for my homies and thugs)

I’ma pour a lil' liquor on the curb for my homies

See you at the crossroads

(You niggas better show me some love)

Show me some love