Boyoz N' Blue Flow 1

[talking:]

Outlaw Season baby, yeah

Sir Daily baby, yeah

[Sir Daily:]

These hoes on you dog, like fleas and ticks

Trying to break the raw hogg, cause my cheese is thick

Nope I squeeze the clip, and let off a few hollows

Pop the top off a pint, take a few swallows

And let it marinate, here on a carrot chase

Yeah real recognize real, and we embarrass fakes

Pull up pass your plates, in a Jag that's great

Roof down through your town, with plenty glass to skate

I'm so glad they hate, it make me shine mo'

Spitting hits and talking shit, to make my shine grow

I puff pounds though, of that fine dro

On spinning rims, when I stop they rewind slow

Check my chest it's a mess, you could find snow

My wrist lit like a light, where the time go

Yup I mean my watch, I got schemes and plots

Calicoes AK's, and infra beams on glocks

Don't make me pop off, and show you what that thang do

I'm rolling with the same crew, that's crawling everything blue

Don't make me pop off, and show you what that thang do

I'm rolling with that same crew, that's crawling everything blue

[Kyleon:]

I put the snow up in a bag, and seal it in a zip-lock

Head to the kitchen, get harder than a grip lock

Grab the pyrex, and dump in the caine mayn

Then add a lil' water, work magic like Blaine mayn

Now that's the recipe, to cook up killer

I'm on the grind, if you niggaz trying to look up Killa

I'm on the corner, like a street light

I'm like a box of Crayolas, Kyleon keep white

I keep ice, like an ice tray

Diamonds shining like the sun, got me looking like a nice day

Boyz N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables

Boys N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables

Boyz N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables

You had your turn, now move back it's our turn haters

0-5, now belongs to them Blue guys

Fuck doing a mill, them Outlawz trying to do five

And pull up in some'ing new, like a blue five

Doors to the sky, hopping out looking too fly

[PJ:]

I came up from nothing, worked my way up to the top

Now I step on the scene, with a chest full of rocks

Hustle hard for my spot, can't let a nigga take it

Every mic that I touch, it's fa sho I'ma break it

Got these hoes getting naked mayn, taking off they clothes

Ain't no such thang as love, cause I'm knowing that they hoes

Need a glass set of fo's, so I could throw em on a Lac

Hit the park on a Sunday, show them boys how to act

18's in the back, banging hard in the trunk

Boss Hogg Outlawz, yeah we known for pulling stunts

Better act like you know, when them Hoggs hit the do'

Make one wrong move, then we leaving with your hoe

Take her straight to the Mo', introduce her to click

Take my piece out my pants, introduce her to some dick

We some playas round here, tossing hoes counting riches

Y'all niggaz know the motto, it's money over bitches what

[Slim Thug:]

Slim Thee's the reason, it's Outlaw season

Gon get use to what you seeing, cause my click ain't leaving

I be breathing the best smoke, receiving the best throat

Blue boys getting mo' rich, and leaving the rest broke

The key's in let's go, the ride and drive

Long as my niggaz on my side, we gon soul survive surprise

I'm on my block, in the CL-5

Old folks use to joke, say I wouldn't be alive

Alive to see 25, well here I am motherfuckers

Break the bank no more chuckles, I told you I had hustle

I told ya that I'ma get it, I told ya that I'ma shine

Now I'm up here, looking down

Bad bitches from high school, take a look at who's cooking now

Thangs change, bet you bitches ain't tooken now

I'm a motherfucking, beast in the streets

Done a few shows, and now I can't count all my new hoes

And stuck dick, in the throat of these slut chicks

That you call yours, y'all gals all whores

But bitches still ain't shit, but hoes and tricks

You know Thugga, trying to get mo' rich mo' quick g'eah

[Hook: x2]

Boyz N' Blue, who the fuck are you

We the Boyz N' Blue, who the fuck are you

I'm a gangsta, young thug nigga

And no I don't play, when it comes to my scrilla