To Da Blues! ft. heykob Lyrics

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