SKY BLU
I'ma hop out and shoot, I keep my tool up out the roof, these niggas know how we scoot
I got some crips that's dead and gone, I paint they sky blue
I been in shit since I was a kid, let me remind you
You keep, you keep actin' soft, them niggas gon' keep tryin' you
You can throw rocks and hide your hand, but I'ma find you
I got this bitch number, I wasn't even tryin' to
They ain't tryin' to get no money, keep them boys from around you
I just bought a Mico Drake, bullets go through cars
My opps always talkin' shit, but don't want to go to war
My son gon' ball just like his daddy, I feel like LeVar
I rock Givenchy Mike Amiri, I really came from none
I used to walk up and down Fondren, and I ain't really have a car
If this bitch fuck up,I might do something for her
I'm rockin' Rick Owens, feel like Pretty Ricky
I see 12 behind me, put out the weed, and stash the blicky
I'ma get rich, I die tryin, boy, I feel like fifty
Niggas talkin' my daddy smoke, why don't they come and get me
I'ma hop out and shoot, I keep my tool up out the roof, these niggas know how we scoot
I got some crips that's dead and gone, I paint they sky blue
I been in shit since I was a kid, let me remind you
You keep, you keep actin' soft, them niggas gon' keep tryin' you
You can throw rocks and hide your hand, but I'ma find you
I got this bitch number, I wasn't even tryin' to
They ain't tryin' to get no money, keep them boys from around you
I got some crips that's dead and gone, I paint they sky blue
I been in shit since I was a kid, let me remind you
You keep, you keep actin' soft, them niggas gon' keep tryin' you
You can throw rocks and hide your hand, but I'ma find you
I got this bitch number, I wasn't even tryin' to
They ain't tryin' to get no money, keep them boys from around you
I just bought a Mico Drake, bullets go through cars
My opps always talkin' shit, but don't want to go to war
My son gon' ball just like his daddy, I feel like LeVar
I rock Givenchy Mike Amiri, I really came from none
I used to walk up and down Fondren, and I ain't really have a car
If this bitch fuck up,I might do something for her
I'm rockin' Rick Owens, feel like Pretty Ricky
I see 12 behind me, put out the weed, and stash the blicky
I'ma get rich, I die tryin, boy, I feel like fifty
Niggas talkin' my daddy smoke, why don't they come and get me
I'ma hop out and shoot, I keep my tool up out the roof, these niggas know how we scoot
I got some crips that's dead and gone, I paint they sky blue
I been in shit since I was a kid, let me remind you
You keep, you keep actin' soft, them niggas gon' keep tryin' you
You can throw rocks and hide your hand, but I'ma find you
I got this bitch number, I wasn't even tryin' to
They ain't tryin' to get no money, keep them boys from around you
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Writer(s): Kelondirc Stewart
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