Ty Real - Blog That lyrics

[Hook] Just put a picture up on Instagram Now I'm in the kitchen whipping Insta-grams I'm getting money n***a, blog that Your girl wanna f** me n***a, blog that You a hater, eat a dick n***a, blog that I just bought another whip n***a, blog that I'm back, tell the motherf**ing blogs that And I'm bout to pop it off, bra strap [Verse 1] Fresh off my hiatus, fresh off my hiatus Santana back in business, now let's get reacquainted I'm that n***a, A.K.A. not the one to play with I'm all these b**hes favorite I'm flyer than your planets Big gun where my waist is Screaming out hi haters All you n***as targets, I'm just shooting, I'm not aiming Still whipping that Katy, still whipping that Katy Perry till she ready, then I pa** it, Tom Brady Twenty bands in the rubber band On my neck about one hundred grand Blood diamonds like I just came from the motherland Told you n***as I'd be up again [Hook] [Verse 2] Fly up, or get flown over Swag up, or get swagged on Boss up or get bossed around We don't cuff hoes, they get pa**ed on Bad b**hes, I got that Big money, I got that Four doors, coupe ? , top back, I got that Still keep that big thing and that thing'll blow your top back Who said they gon' take something? We right here, they ain't take nothing Fall back or get flat lined Red beam on that black nine Cold steel with these hot shells, you talk sh** and I back mine I ball even when it's halftime Your b**h call, it's that time I'm lit like a candle, she tryna' get her wax on If it ain't the 'Rari, it's the Bentley Mussolini Or the Phantom or the Ghost, wondering if they can see me Hash tag, my b**h bad Hash tag, my j**els real Hash tag, my pockets fat And that's cause I just made a sale Hash tag my clique k** Your b**h think I'm a big deal f**ed up with my J's on, hit her with that windmill [Hook]