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Blam! Video (MV)




Performed By: Kilo
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Christopher Valdez




Kilo - Blam! Lyrics
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I pick my head up and I'm fightin' (I'm fightin', I'm fightin', I'm fightin', I'm fightin')
I was in the field, outnumbered, yeah, they beat my ass but I was tryin'
With these narcotics, I'm flyin' (Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm)
Show me somethin' real baby, yeah show me somethin' exciting
I'm like bet, can you use no hands? (Use no hands mama)
Big gun on me, yeah, this stick don't jam (Stick don't jam)
You know I do this, yeah, I do it for the fam (Do it for the fam okay)
Try and shoot me, I shoot back shit go blam (Shit go blam)
Blam!
We not cool, motherf*cker, you lame (Lame, lame)
I can make this bitch pop, yeah, I can make shit go bang (Bang, bang)
I'm with the stick like hockey
Big stick on me no Pocky (No Pocky)
I'm off lean like zombie (Like zombie)
Walk in this bitch can't stop me (Can't stop me)
Hop on the beat, I shit on a beat (Let's go)
Stomp on his head, he eat concrete (Yeah)
Rizz up a bitch, I skeet on her feet (Uh huh)
I don't give a f*ck I sip on green
I take drugs, I look like fiend (Yeah)
I bet I look crazy when God talk to me (Yeah)
Sippin' on sippin' on, sippin' on clean (Yeah)
I'm walkin', I'm walkin', I walk in the scene
Walk in a telly with a whole lotta bags
These bags got extended mags
I'm ridin' in first class
Bad bitch, oh she oh so bad
All this money, amusing
All I do is make music
Louis V exclusives (Exclusive)
All of this exclusive
I just got a message, yeah, It came with urgency (With urgency)
I ain't worried bout nothin', there ain't no emergency
Shawty want a Birkin bag, she gotta work for me (Gotta work for me)
I'ma go cut this pussy real bad, just like a surgery
I pick my head up and I'm fightin' (I'm fightin', I'm fightin', I'm fightin', I'm fightin')
I was in the field, outnumbered, yeah, they beat my ass but I was tryin'
With these narcotics, I'm flyin' (Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm)
Show me somethin' real baby, yeah show me somethin' exciting
I'm like bet, can you use no hands? (Use no hands mama)
Big gun on me, yeah, this stick don't jam (Stick don't jam)
You know I do this, yeah, I do it for the fam (Do it for the fam okay)
Try and shoot me, I shoot back shit go blam (Shit go blam)
Blam!
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I pick my head up and I'm fightin' (I'm fightin', I'm fightin', I'm fightin', I'm fightin')
I was in the field, outnumbered, yeah, they beat my ass but I was tryin'
With these narcotics, I'm flyin' (Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm)
Show me somethin' real baby, yeah show me somethin' exciting
I'm like bet, can you use no hands? (Use no hands mama)
Big gun on me, yeah, this stick don't jam (Stick don't jam)
You know I do this, yeah, I do it for the fam (Do it for the fam okay)
Try and shoot me, I shoot back shit go blam (Shit go blam)
Blam!
We not cool, motherf*cker, you lame (Lame, lame)
I can make this bitch pop, yeah, I can make shit go bang (Bang, bang)
I'm with the stick like hockey
Big stick on me no Pocky (No Pocky)
I'm off lean like zombie (Like zombie)
Walk in this bitch can't stop me (Can't stop me)
Hop on the beat, I shit on a beat (Let's go)
Stomp on his head, he eat concrete (Yeah)
Rizz up a bitch, I skeet on her feet (Uh huh)
I don't give a f*ck I sip on green
I take drugs, I look like fiend (Yeah)
I bet I look crazy when God talk to me (Yeah)
Sippin' on sippin' on, sippin' on clean (Yeah)
I'm walkin', I'm walkin', I walk in the scene
Walk in a telly with a whole lotta bags
These bags got extended mags
I'm ridin' in first class
Bad bitch, oh she oh so bad
All this money, amusing
All I do is make music
Louis V exclusives (Exclusive)
All of this exclusive
I just got a message, yeah, It came with urgency (With urgency)
I ain't worried bout nothin', there ain't no emergency
Shawty want a Birkin bag, she gotta work for me (Gotta work for me)
I'ma go cut this pussy real bad, just like a surgery
I pick my head up and I'm fightin' (I'm fightin', I'm fightin', I'm fightin', I'm fightin')
I was in the field, outnumbered, yeah, they beat my ass but I was tryin'
With these narcotics, I'm flyin' (Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm)
Show me somethin' real baby, yeah show me somethin' exciting
I'm like bet, can you use no hands? (Use no hands mama)
Big gun on me, yeah, this stick don't jam (Stick don't jam)
You know I do this, yeah, I do it for the fam (Do it for the fam okay)
Try and shoot me, I shoot back shit go blam (Shit go blam)
Blam!
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Writer: Christopher Valdez
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