Blues ft. KoKo Stacks Lyrics

( Big Stacks in this jawn you know what's going on)

(FTS)

(FSG)

I dont know who's worse, these junks or my bitch

Got this big ass gun, with this lil ass switch

Just paid yo rent, with a flick of my wrist

I cook that work, my shit don't miss

Now I can stay if you want

You get smoked like a blunt

Off the raw ain't no stunt

I get blues, I mean a bunch

Drop it on 'em and they spun

Drop it on 'em and they spun

Green 15's, and they coming to me

Turned yo bitch to a fiend

Say what you want, Say what you mean

I'm off that gas, and I'm off six beans

How you wanna handout

But don't got yo hand out

All them feelings ran out

The same time you fanned out

Switching sides tryna cry bout

The outcome and how it panned out

Panoramic roof when the moon's out

I don't know who's worse, these junks or my bitch

Got this big ass gun, with this lil ass switch

Just paid yo rent, with a flick of my wrist

I cook that work, my shit don't miss

Now I can stay if you want

You get smoked like a blunt

Off the raw ain't no stunt

I get blues, I mean a bunch

Drop it on 'em and they spun

Drop it on 'em and they spun

I don't know who's worse, these junks or my bitch

Got this big ass gun, with this lil ass switch

Just paid yo rent, with a flick of my wrist

I cook that work, my shit don't miss

Now I can stay if you want

You get smoked like a blunt

Off the raw ain't no stunt

I get blues, I mean a bunch

Drop it on 'em and they spun

Drop it on 'em and they spun

I don't know who's worse, these niggas or the feds

That pillow talking shit, get put to bed

Im riding 'round, Glock tucked, one in the head

Don't stop at lights either, these niggas want me dead

Now you can stay if you want

I wanna see you in that thong

Got the gas in trunk

Told these niggas don't do no fronts

Talking tough, get put in a blunt

Talking tough, get put in a blunt

.762's pocket full of blues

Said he wanted -

I want me some juice

Said he wanted water instead

All I got is food

I put it in order, always been about the loot

Big Glocks, Big Glocks don't do no Sig's

Drive by's take lives, don't care who's it is

My guys don't do fives unless you're in

Five nines, AR's with cooling kits

Sliding down his block looking for murder

Shoot first don't care who you heard of

Big Glocks, Big Glocks don't do no Sig's

Drive by's take lives, don't care who's it is

Now I can stay if you want

You get smoked like a blunt

Off the raw ain't no stunt

I get blues, I mean a bunch

Drop it on 'em and they spun

Drop it on 'em and they spun

I don't know who's worse, these junks or my bitch

Got this big ass gun, with this lil ass switch

Just paid yo rent, with a flick of my wrist

I cook that work, my shit don't miss

Now I can stay if you want

You get smoked like a blunt

Off the raw ain't no stunt

I get blues, I mean a bunch

Drop it on 'em and they spun

Drop it on 'em and they spun