Bluey Baby
Yeah I'm hiding the tension
Feel like Wayne I'm the vengeance
I don't got too much left I ain't mention
I ain't making exceptions
I don't got too much left for the people
Said they wanting a sequel
If I light it you tell me it's legal
Cuz I'm threading the needle
I done got too much left on my plate
Feel the nerve debate
And I'm rocking the latest estate
I don't carry the weight
And she wanna make claims on my fashion
Lil boy clowning my passion
And I press on the gas I say fasten
Your seatbelt cuz we going blasting
We zooming from town to town
And we smoking through ounce to ounce
Yeah they call me the pound for pound
Rock the wave make it a sound a sound
Yeah I came from the ground the ground
Take your girl and you frown you frown
Me and her going rounds and rounds
She told me I'm better she down she down
She down for the guap, she down for a ride
Hop in the whip, and swallow my pride
Passing the shop, you hitting the Hyde
Nobody's home, oh bet ima slide
Ima slide cuz you done told me that I hit it better than him it's for real
I'm counting this money it's guala the way it add up it be giving me chills
I'm counting the 20 drew bills
I'm giving these lessons for fills
I got J Allen on my fantasy so you know I'm rocking for Buffaloe bills
Wanna house in the Beverly Hills
Yeah the thought of it giving me thrills
She don't wanna talk status
Cuz if I don't bring that thing up then it's getting her killed
She be calling and throwing a fit
Gucci interior making me sick
Homie back now we getting so lit
I've been in music since I was a jit
Ima pianist I'll play you a song
Owan on the table we never lose pong
Guess my bad if I did your girl wrong
I ain't gon lie she be saying it's long
She be saying I'm realer than you
She be saying I'm greener than you
I told her I needa be careful w you, cuz you bugging and I needa choose
I needa choose whether or not I be grinding this music and making these songs
I needa choose whether or not I be keeping it weak or if ima go strong
Yeah I'm hiding the tension
Feel like Wayne I'm the vengeance
I don't got too much left I ain't mention
I ain't making exceptions
I don't got too much left for the people
Said they wanting a sequel
If I light it you tell me it's legal
Cuz I'm threading the needle
I done got too much left on my plate
Feel the nerve debate
And I'm rocking the latest estate
I don't carry the weight
And she wanna make claims on my fashion
Lil boy clowning my passion
And I press on the gas I say fasten
Your seatbelt cuz we going blasting
Feel like Wayne I'm the vengeance
I don't got too much left I ain't mention
I ain't making exceptions
I don't got too much left for the people
Said they wanting a sequel
If I light it you tell me it's legal
Cuz I'm threading the needle
I done got too much left on my plate
Feel the nerve debate
And I'm rocking the latest estate
I don't carry the weight
And she wanna make claims on my fashion
Lil boy clowning my passion
And I press on the gas I say fasten
Your seatbelt cuz we going blasting
We zooming from town to town
And we smoking through ounce to ounce
Yeah they call me the pound for pound
Rock the wave make it a sound a sound
Yeah I came from the ground the ground
Take your girl and you frown you frown
Me and her going rounds and rounds
She told me I'm better she down she down
She down for the guap, she down for a ride
Hop in the whip, and swallow my pride
Passing the shop, you hitting the Hyde
Nobody's home, oh bet ima slide
Ima slide cuz you done told me that I hit it better than him it's for real
I'm counting this money it's guala the way it add up it be giving me chills
I'm counting the 20 drew bills
I'm giving these lessons for fills
I got J Allen on my fantasy so you know I'm rocking for Buffaloe bills
Wanna house in the Beverly Hills
Yeah the thought of it giving me thrills
She don't wanna talk status
Cuz if I don't bring that thing up then it's getting her killed
She be calling and throwing a fit
Gucci interior making me sick
Homie back now we getting so lit
I've been in music since I was a jit
Ima pianist I'll play you a song
Owan on the table we never lose pong
Guess my bad if I did your girl wrong
I ain't gon lie she be saying it's long
She be saying I'm realer than you
She be saying I'm greener than you
I told her I needa be careful w you, cuz you bugging and I needa choose
I needa choose whether or not I be grinding this music and making these songs
I needa choose whether or not I be keeping it weak or if ima go strong
Yeah I'm hiding the tension
Feel like Wayne I'm the vengeance
I don't got too much left I ain't mention
I ain't making exceptions
I don't got too much left for the people
Said they wanting a sequel
If I light it you tell me it's legal
Cuz I'm threading the needle
I done got too much left on my plate
Feel the nerve debate
And I'm rocking the latest estate
I don't carry the weight
And she wanna make claims on my fashion
Lil boy clowning my passion
And I press on the gas I say fasten
Your seatbelt cuz we going blasting
Credits
Writer(s): Keegan Foley
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