Baby Blue Jacket (feat. Gior & OJ)

Lay a hand on the guys, someone dead in this bitch
Got a baby blue jacket feel like a fucking crip
Fell off for a bit but next year imma be rich
I can teach you how to whip get the caine and then flip

Shawty heart broken imma fix it with my glue
If I pull up in a fit that shit ain't for you
If you think I care then you must be a fool
You be low on the list not even top two

I be popping, rocking, drinking, fucking you know what I'm saying
Don't roll through with some bullshit cuh you know we not playing
All the gang strong you know we not betraying
Anywhere we got beef we pull up and we spraying

When I roll with the Gs
Everybody silent when I walk in
I don't care what they say
Cause all these motherfuckers wanna be me
Everybody wanna be the top g
But ain't nobody wanna put the work in
You're faded, you're wasted, you're outdated

I don't care bout the rules, I don't go by the book
I do what needs to be done like a rook
I be climbing on top but they don't wanna look
They be hating on me cause all them are crooks

I got your attention i don't need a hook
Took my shirt off got a shawty shook
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Let my boy cook

Lay a hand on the guys, someone dead in this bitch
Got a baby blue jacket feel like a fucking crip

Lay a hand on the guys, someone dead in this bitch
Got a baby blue jacket feel like a fucking crip
Fell off for a bit but next year imma be rich
I can teach you how to whip get the caine and then flip

Cartier glasses and you know they be on me
When I turn up to a party nobody's a zombie
Everybody know me they like he a OG
And you bitch be loving me she like K2B
I don't let my shawty pay she get shit for free
I be on top of the game like 1 2 3
You don't be taking Ls when you roll with me
But knowing me don't make you my homie

Now I gotta catch a breath but the beat won't fucking stop
Man don't care about no money coz your homie on top
Back in the day man I used go everywhere with a chop
But I still don't fucking lack can't let nobody get the drop

Man Imma drop em if they try to get the drop
I ain't no cleaner but Imma spin with a mop
Catch him outside his crib or a fucking shop
Anyday Anytime I make the shit pop

Baby blue jacket lemme hop on this beat
The way we chilling at the top, aint no-aint no easy feat
Shawty thinks I'm nice but bitch I ain't sweet
Me and K2B dropping straight-straight fucking heat
Yeah yeah homie hopping out the crib
Fucking round in his whip yeah
Bitches know we the prize
We be watching the sun rise yeah
Baby blue jacket yeah baby blue jacket
If u fucking with my homie we finna cut it

Lay a hand on the guys, someone dead in this bitch
Got a baby blue jacket feel like a fucking crip
Fell off for a bit but next year imma be rich
I can teach you how to whip get the caine and then flip



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Writer(s): K2b K2b
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