Blue Face Blues

Hate on me, I chuck the deuce
I had sauce with no juice

I had sauce with no juice
I had thots with no jewels
Had no blues in my trues
I had the blue face blues
Now I got all these blues
I feel like I can't lose
Bite my style like Lunchables
Hate on me, I chuck the deuce

Got two guns, what you wanna do
Got a luh thirty and a hunnid too
Robbed the plug when he pulled up to the spot
Niggas popped out from the other room
I actually feel bad for the opps
Leave up out the whoop and send a hunnid goons
Like it's full of janitors inside the mob
Come with 50 mops and a hunnid brooms

I hit the choppa with the block, it sound like a sonic boom
EA married to the streets
Put a ring around the choppa, nigga I'm the fucking groom
Found his address last week
His fate already sealed, nigga already doomed
They talking to me like they know what I could do
They talking to me like they know what I should do
They talking to me like they been in my black air force shoes
I fuck with these niggas last year, but I learned and I grew
Just because a nigga bang 400 don't mean I'm Piru
Hop in a plane and then look at the haters from bird eye view
OG tell me don't get high on my own supply
But nigga I serve high too
This luh bih don't wanna leave from my side
She swear that I told her I do
And I'm like who
(Who Who)

I had sauce with no juice
I had thots with no jewels
Had no blues in my trues
I had the blue face blues
Now I got all these blues
I feel like I can't lose
Bite my style like Lunchables
Hate on me, I chuck the deuce

Got two guns, what you wanna do
Got a luh thirty and a hunnid too
Robbed the plug when he pulled up to the spot
Niggas popped out from the other room
I actually feel bad for the opps
Leave up out the whoop and send a hunnid goons
Like it's full of janitors inside the mob
Come with 50 mops and a hunnid brooms



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Writer(s): Tarren Mason
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