Blue

Shit got real bad while I hit the booze
Drank too much til she get it loose
Take a real five and make no excuse
Topping out the guns how we topping juice

Staring up the sky cus it's fuckin blue
Bright stars burns like it always do
Hit me up if you got something new
Old times flashes with an epic view

And she likes it
How we spice it
Hitting up on our private jet

Takin sidekicks
Watching Netflix
Chilling while we flexing to the X

Take a quarter Xan while we depressed
My girl said she gotta show some respect
Hitting to the hallway of success
Don't want anything for you to expect

Tables turning up cus we put it in racks
Molly got a chance, she don't pay the tax
Fifty hundred grams, we makin profits
Overdose cash, we fly a rocket

Sergeant, we got everything control
Pulling in and out, gotta re-roll
Let the drive kicks, head's spinning
We running to the maze, no kidding

And I put my god first
Hate to disappoint you but you're the worst
Screaming out til your lungs ready to burst
Bitch you go all cray I thought you were cursed (Ayy)

Shit got real bad while I hit the booze
Drank too much til she get it loose
Take a real five and make no excuse
Topping out the guns how we topping juice

Staring up the sky cus it's fuckin blue
Bright stars burns like it always do
Hit me up if you got something new
Old times flashes with an epic view

And she likes it
How we spice it
Hitting up on our private jet

Takin sidekicks
Watching Netflix
Chilling while we flexing to the X

Serving up the pack, serving up the pack
Checking up the text, checking on my ex
Told me never call again, never did again
So I send her through a fax (Such a formal man)

Why gotta be like this doe
Gotta take it out with antidote
Homies got the gas and we smokin lot
852 this is what I thought

Let the light shed, we're reviving
Getting ass checked with another mate

Drip too much, we're dipping sauce
Flip too much, screaming no mas



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Writer(s): Sadib Paudel
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