To Da Blues! (feat. heykob)

Rather go casamigo
Drink her system she turn to a freak hoe
Made us a movie might put it on VEVO

I bet I'll go slide everyday for my people
I bet I'll go slide everyday for my guys
I always got to drive I can't never go fly
Can't go outta town if you don't got your fye
I don't know how to trust cuz you always gone lie
Look at my pocket, Dead Guys
I love how she sit she just know dat she fine
She look like she smell like Chanel number nine

I get to them blues, get to them blues, get to them blues
I get to them blues, get to them blues, get to them blues
They always be asking me how I just do it

Im gone just do it this shit like it's Nike
Deep in the field like I play for the Vikings
These niggas be riding dick without no license
When I get a new load in that shit is exciting
In love with the money, we locked in I'm righteous
Locked in with the plug, you not getting my prices
If you're bae, then you might as well send in your sizes
Im gone keep that shit P, I'm not checking devices

Hell no I can't check no phone
I let her get close, said she like my cologne
She wanna take pictures she got that shit on
I told her just make sure my face isn't shown
I cannot be seen
I don't want nobody out capping on me
They don't live what they rapping, not having no cheese
If you're challenging me, rack for rack on IG

Everybody with you Bitch I see like five of em
Wouldn't wanna be with them cuz we might fye on em
I swear that these niggas out here they be bitch
I take out some racks to go shopping at Fifths
If I like you I'm tricking, Girl take all the gifts
Drop bread in the store with the fye on my hip
I got me the fye on my hip yeah I do
I count up the blues, I get to them blues, I get to them blues
I love me that money that's all that I know
I count up with bae I'm not stressing these hoes

When I walk in the store I might buy the whole faculty
Way too much guap in my pockets they're mad at me
All I know run up the Cho like an athlete
Kick back, stay low, and get cho
If she with me then she could be on Vogue
She bad and she look like model fasho
She shaking her ass when she off of Patron
That's cool but I'd rather go Casamigo
Drink in her system she turn to a freak hoe
Made us a movie might put it on VEVO
That shit was slight, we made us a scene
Rock out like Vlone might pop me a bean
Count slow, got cho, count hundreds and green
Pockets on Fat Joe got it stuffed in my jeans

I can't lie I gotta walk this shit
You weren't there for me but I ain't ask for no hand
Im gone knock that boy out like a motherfucking Xan
Gen five on my hip and the dick in it tan
Thirty round ain't gonna jam
Standing on ten I ain't fearing no man
And I only want bands I'm not fucking on fans
Stop all of that talking let's use our hands

I don't know why he thought I was a plate but I ain't that
I'm peeping the scene
All black in a ski they not noticing me
I'm bout to go creep
I Caught that boy slipping he catching some Z's
Dumb ass lil bitch fell asleep off the lean
No we not beefing, he mad bout a Fe
Can't wife up no nice one, she gotta be mean

I like em mean you can't even get no conversation out her
Freaky, she nasty, she wanna take a shower
Keep that shit real, you gon get you some flowers
Showing fake love, but they really be sour
She know she got it, that pussy got power
Dig in her, beat in her shit for an hour
Done made us a mess gotta use us a towel

Rather go casamigo
Drink her system she turn to a freak hoe
Made us a movie might put it on VEVO
I bet I'll go slide everyday for my people
I bet I'll go slide everyday for my guys
I always gotta drive I can't never go fly
Can't go outta town if you don't got your fye
I don't know how to trust cuz you always gon lie
Look at my pocket, Dead Guys
I love how she sit she just know dat she fine
She look like she smell like Chanel number nine
I get to them blues, get to them blues, get to them blues
I get to them blues, get to them blues, get to them blues
They always be asking me how I just do it