Blue Vette
I been riding through the city in that Blue Vette
Now they ask why I ain't blew yet?
Hopping out them Ubers with that Kel Tec
Like why that nigga ain't been killed yet?
We gone vroom vroom vroom when we slide
I hope they know that they gone die
And I hope they don't try to put me in no cell for this
Cause Iain tryna go to jail for this
Nawww
Riding round the City in a red Vette
You say you get money, where yo bread at
Aint no back and forth, we Gone dead that
We gone slide yo block where yo kids at
Me and 29, we get bowls, we get packs in
We might flip a O to a QT, we might tax him
How you say you gang have... go and press him
Untre up the blick, have them bullets go and catch him
I might walk him down with that chopper and just stretch him
I just bought a cat and let him loose, aint try to fetch him
I just hope to God, when I see him I can bless him
I just fucked yo bitch last night I still ain't text her
I been riding through the city in that Blue Vette
Now they ask why I ain't blew yet?
Hopping out them Ubers with that Kel Tec
Like why that nigga ain't been killed yet?
We gone vroom vroom vroom when we slide
I hope they know that they gone die
And I hope they don't try to put me in no cell for this
Cause Iain tryna go to jail for this
Nawww
I tell twin go check his temperature
"Yeah Yeah" that's my signature
Standing on these bands, they think I been tryna figure surf
Sticking to the plan, they know I can't let the road deter
I turnt to the man, she gone let me come and handle her
I been vroom vroom vroom I been rack racing
I can't find no bitches on the Nat baby
My team, we been chilling in the back baby
But if it's smoke then we gone handle it
Smoke him while his candle lit
My hoe, she like pampering
Don't come around here tampering
Shoot you and yo management
I call that shit balancing
Open up them legs girl cause we know you not celibate
Come give me that head girl and you ain't gotta tellem shit
I been riding through the city in that Blue Vette
Now they ask why I ain't blew yet?
Hopping out them Ubers with that Kel Tec
Like why that nigga ain't been killed yet?
We gone vroom vroom vroom when we slide
I hope they know that they gone die
And I hope they don't try to put me in no cell for this
Cause Iain tryna go to jail for this
Nawww
Now they ask why I ain't blew yet?
Hopping out them Ubers with that Kel Tec
Like why that nigga ain't been killed yet?
We gone vroom vroom vroom when we slide
I hope they know that they gone die
And I hope they don't try to put me in no cell for this
Cause Iain tryna go to jail for this
Nawww
Riding round the City in a red Vette
You say you get money, where yo bread at
Aint no back and forth, we Gone dead that
We gone slide yo block where yo kids at
Me and 29, we get bowls, we get packs in
We might flip a O to a QT, we might tax him
How you say you gang have... go and press him
Untre up the blick, have them bullets go and catch him
I might walk him down with that chopper and just stretch him
I just bought a cat and let him loose, aint try to fetch him
I just hope to God, when I see him I can bless him
I just fucked yo bitch last night I still ain't text her
I been riding through the city in that Blue Vette
Now they ask why I ain't blew yet?
Hopping out them Ubers with that Kel Tec
Like why that nigga ain't been killed yet?
We gone vroom vroom vroom when we slide
I hope they know that they gone die
And I hope they don't try to put me in no cell for this
Cause Iain tryna go to jail for this
Nawww
I tell twin go check his temperature
"Yeah Yeah" that's my signature
Standing on these bands, they think I been tryna figure surf
Sticking to the plan, they know I can't let the road deter
I turnt to the man, she gone let me come and handle her
I been vroom vroom vroom I been rack racing
I can't find no bitches on the Nat baby
My team, we been chilling in the back baby
But if it's smoke then we gone handle it
Smoke him while his candle lit
My hoe, she like pampering
Don't come around here tampering
Shoot you and yo management
I call that shit balancing
Open up them legs girl cause we know you not celibate
Come give me that head girl and you ain't gotta tellem shit
I been riding through the city in that Blue Vette
Now they ask why I ain't blew yet?
Hopping out them Ubers with that Kel Tec
Like why that nigga ain't been killed yet?
We gone vroom vroom vroom when we slide
I hope they know that they gone die
And I hope they don't try to put me in no cell for this
Cause Iain tryna go to jail for this
Nawww
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Writer(s): Robert Davis
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