Blue'd Up (Part 3)
I be G'd up, I be motherfuckin' blue'd up
I rep the Westside and South so I done threw up
I'm on fire like a propane tank, you know I blew up
True blue when I bust lil' homie, Sur up
I be G'd up, I be motherfuckin' blue'd up
I rep the Westside and South so I done threw up
I'm on fire like a propane tank, you know I blew up
True blue when I bust lil' homie, Sur up
I'm kickin' shit solo
In a '64 I keep it low low
I'm on key I'm in go mode
I feel like JoJo I got MoJo
R.I.P PNB they ain't get me from a photo
Agh, I'm just steady funkin'
I don't need jewelry to walk in bussin'
I don't fuck wit' 12 I keep it below a dozen
Fool, stop fussin'
Fore my cuete gets to cussin'
Teach your ass a lesson
In this game I'm the professor
I got handles like nothin' watch me ball, I'm the best of
I know I'm next up, puto get your chest up
And I'ma only get higher, like the Messiah
Drugs on the market I got me a buyer
I don't need fortune I'll give away my Eddie Bauer
Your hyna sayin' I did this to her I don't deny her
I blow away the smoke that pops 'cause I'm on fire
I be G'd up, I be motherfuckin' blue'd up
I rep the Westside and South so I done threw up
I'm on fire like a propane tank, you know I blew up
True blue when I bust lil' homie, Sur up
I be G'd up, I be motherfuckin' blue'd up
I rep the Westside and South so I done threw up
I'm on fire like a propane tank, you know I blew up
True blue when I bust lil' homie, Sur up
I rep the Westside and South so I done threw up
I'm on fire like a propane tank, you know I blew up
True blue when I bust lil' homie, Sur up
I be G'd up, I be motherfuckin' blue'd up
I rep the Westside and South so I done threw up
I'm on fire like a propane tank, you know I blew up
True blue when I bust lil' homie, Sur up
I'm kickin' shit solo
In a '64 I keep it low low
I'm on key I'm in go mode
I feel like JoJo I got MoJo
R.I.P PNB they ain't get me from a photo
Agh, I'm just steady funkin'
I don't need jewelry to walk in bussin'
I don't fuck wit' 12 I keep it below a dozen
Fool, stop fussin'
Fore my cuete gets to cussin'
Teach your ass a lesson
In this game I'm the professor
I got handles like nothin' watch me ball, I'm the best of
I know I'm next up, puto get your chest up
And I'ma only get higher, like the Messiah
Drugs on the market I got me a buyer
I don't need fortune I'll give away my Eddie Bauer
Your hyna sayin' I did this to her I don't deny her
I blow away the smoke that pops 'cause I'm on fire
I be G'd up, I be motherfuckin' blue'd up
I rep the Westside and South so I done threw up
I'm on fire like a propane tank, you know I blew up
True blue when I bust lil' homie, Sur up
I be G'd up, I be motherfuckin' blue'd up
I rep the Westside and South so I done threw up
I'm on fire like a propane tank, you know I blew up
True blue when I bust lil' homie, Sur up
Credits
Writer(s): Ty Plascencia
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