Blues (feat. G Herbo)

Ayy

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

I'm a street nigga that got rich, I made curves off a brick

See a ho' and hit the curve, what's the word? My nigga swerve

Weed and crack I used to serve, not like rappers 'cause they nerds

My bitch snappin', need a purse, give her racks, she on my nerves

Get it back, I hit the stu', daily trapped in with the crew

Keep my savage in the coupe, two ratchets wit' the screw

I'm in Saks, just spendin' sacks, got patent on my shoes

Ain't nothin' happenin' in the 'Raq, the Caddy bulletproof

Drac' go hackin' 'em like Shaq, we whacked him 'cause he lacked

Bad bitch all on my lap, speak Latin and she act

Beat and crashed it off the yak, took traction off the trap

Bein' broke, that shit was whack, I ain't never goin' back

Blues stacked on blues, money went in my veins

Tiger face in the prejudice, could've bought him a pay

Bust it down, got rockstars, drug helped to fit us

Cookin' dope, hit with a mask on, cold-hearted, lotta tats

Swerve on 'em, just wept, give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo

Put a bag on your block though call the stash to them other hoes

Murder case off a mumble phone, drive past and knock the door down

Body bag, it takes a cold world, west nigga, Cosa Nostra

Fifty thousand in a Burberry stone, gave it all to the savage

Tippy toein' on the mumble phone , like a ballerina wearin' Chanels

I'm snatchin' models out in traffic, snipin' bitches like I'm sexy

A freak bitch and she sexy, I just re'd up, G-Wagon

Do a mil' ticket on the tragedy, put gold vanillas on the camera

I've been ballin' on 'em like an athlete, gotta squeeze the clip for my integrity

AK's right next to me, the whole gang off ecstasy

Your ho's exchange with me sexually, lotta gold chains, blue checks with me

I'm a renegade, ain't no checkin' me, and everybody in the 'Raq know

I been fucked all the 'Raq hoes, left the club in a black Rolls

A nigga tweet, get blammed up, we done closed all the back doors

G-Wag' and a Lamb' truck, Swerv' already got those

Blues stacked on blues, money went in my veins

Tiger face in the prejudice, could've bought him a pay

Bust it down, got rockstars, drug helped to fit us

Cookin' dope, hit with a mask on, cold-hearted, lotta tats

Swerve on 'em, just wept, give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo

Put a bag on your block though call the stash to them other hoes

Murder case off a mumble phone, drive past and knock the door down

Body bag, it takes a cold world, west nigga, Cosa Nostra