Blue's Freestyle
(Good Job, Sho!)
Aye
How you just gonna walk out like that
Never thought you would turn to a rat
Fuck the love, where the loyalty at
Thought you was dawg, was part of the pack
Matter fact boy I thought you was gang
Was there with me when I was in pain
Now I can't have you saying my name
If you do, it's gon come with a flame
Shit is crazy how these niggas change
LOE, give a fuck bout the fame
or money, nigga i'll still be the same
100 choppas, we making it rain
Don't hate the player baby, hate the game
Fuck her good got her saying my name
And I know she ain't calling me bae
She wasn't fucking with a nigga, back in the day
Once i nut you gon get out my face
Try to line me, I won't leave a trace
Then i'm back to the block making plays
Youngin hit me "how much for a 8th"
Fuck designer imma step in some J's
When they check up on me, I ain't doing okay
When they check up on me, I ain't doing okay
When they check up on...
Look
If she let me fuck she gon do what I say
I ain't playing baby, give me brain
Shit, a nigga had a long day
Roll a J & make it go away
Baby girl is you planning to stay?
If I give you the chop, is you gonna spray
At any nigga tryna get in my way
I'm grateful to god, but no i don't pray
Cause if there's static then i'm gon let it bang
Got nothing to lose and something to gain
Presidential Rolex, plain jane
Different time zone in the face
Hang with big dawgs, better stay in lane
I can't walk without it like a cane
Niggas hating ion hear a thing
That's what comes with this shit
I don't even complain
But I heard they got a lot to say
Bodies dropping, leave em where he lay
Tryna book me then you better pay
And my fault if there's any delays
Run it up no I ain't have a choice
Free cuz, he said I had a voice
LOE steady ona roll, no royce
Touch a billy, then we can rejoice
But fuck all the opps we don't show no remorse
Half of them niggas ain't hop off the porch
They don't know that we ready war
Big hammer on me, call me Thor
Spin the block tryna settle the score
They had enough, don't want the smoke anymore
Want my dick sucked, cuz i'm bored
And fuck this shit cause ian saying no more
Aye
Aye
How you just gonna walk out like that
Never thought you would turn to a rat
Fuck the love, where the loyalty at
Thought you was dawg, was part of the pack
Matter fact boy I thought you was gang
Was there with me when I was in pain
Now I can't have you saying my name
If you do, it's gon come with a flame
Shit is crazy how these niggas change
LOE, give a fuck bout the fame
or money, nigga i'll still be the same
100 choppas, we making it rain
Don't hate the player baby, hate the game
Fuck her good got her saying my name
And I know she ain't calling me bae
She wasn't fucking with a nigga, back in the day
Once i nut you gon get out my face
Try to line me, I won't leave a trace
Then i'm back to the block making plays
Youngin hit me "how much for a 8th"
Fuck designer imma step in some J's
When they check up on me, I ain't doing okay
When they check up on me, I ain't doing okay
When they check up on...
Look
If she let me fuck she gon do what I say
I ain't playing baby, give me brain
Shit, a nigga had a long day
Roll a J & make it go away
Baby girl is you planning to stay?
If I give you the chop, is you gonna spray
At any nigga tryna get in my way
I'm grateful to god, but no i don't pray
Cause if there's static then i'm gon let it bang
Got nothing to lose and something to gain
Presidential Rolex, plain jane
Different time zone in the face
Hang with big dawgs, better stay in lane
I can't walk without it like a cane
Niggas hating ion hear a thing
That's what comes with this shit
I don't even complain
But I heard they got a lot to say
Bodies dropping, leave em where he lay
Tryna book me then you better pay
And my fault if there's any delays
Run it up no I ain't have a choice
Free cuz, he said I had a voice
LOE steady ona roll, no royce
Touch a billy, then we can rejoice
But fuck all the opps we don't show no remorse
Half of them niggas ain't hop off the porch
They don't know that we ready war
Big hammer on me, call me Thor
Spin the block tryna settle the score
They had enough, don't want the smoke anymore
Want my dick sucked, cuz i'm bored
And fuck this shit cause ian saying no more
Aye
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Writer(s): Juan Cordero
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