It’s Bluestrip, baby
You won’t get my heart because I’m married to the money
Being broke a joke but I could never find it funny
Playing in the rain, I had to wait till it was sunny
Niggas used to doubt us, they ain’t see the storm coming
Ain’t a better lesson in this life shit than going broke
She gon’ use her throat like a pro ’cause she know I’m GOAT
If the three five don’t kill the pain, I’ma pour a four
Thousand dollar belt, I sag the ‘Miris ’cause it’s ‘posed to show
They gon’ try to come and ride yo wave when you ’bout to blow
All you gotta do is say it’s up then it’s on the floor
Had my heart broke then I vowed to never love a ho
Piece still hitting, fuck it, Tron, let’s hit another store
Sorry not sorry, I’ma ball until I’m flatlining
Fourth quarter, straight with it, I don’t do the halftime
Did the dash and woke the neighbors up, they hear the Scats flying
White boy’ll throw a bullet at you like I’m Matt Ryan
He can’t run it up, I’m starting to think he got a bad calf
I’ll crank the knob if I ever have a bad half
Best believe that I’ma get the stop, I’ll make a bag pass
Yeah, I heard his song, it was half cap and half ass
Thought he was a shooter, how they turn him to a hashtag?
Let him touch my chain, we turn this bitch straight into Baghdad
Shrimp platter hit for two hundred, I might pass gas
Whatever store you catch me in, just know I’m finna drag bags
Don’t matter what you do, you gotta do it to the fullest
He gon’ think we fighting till he end up fighting bullets
Pull up, drop thirty for when coach thought I couldn’t
Made my first five at sixteen off of jugging
Baby really bad, I told her that she need a whooping
Then she threw the neck and ate me like banana pudding
Tricolor chain, all the bitches in here looking
[?] doing shit that you shouldn’t
Tripped a couple times, I just had to get my footing
Shooter get like Curry, he ain’t missing when he pull it
If he do touch it, he won’t live to say he took it
Finna buy a bag and have my bitch go and push it
Ayy, I don’t like this shirt, I only bought it ’cause you couldn’t
In middle school y’all was the ones we was cooking
If I had to make something shake, got it shooken
You get one life, I’ma live it to the fullest
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