Blue Agave Lyrics

I might send Scoobs some blue agave this shit imported from Mexico

I call it tic-tac-toe how I reply O and I X a hoe

Got it off the muscle boy who the fuck is you flexing on

I pray the day the catch me I'm ready and got my weapon on

Rico Swauve, the boy weighted like Mexico

It took alotta nights walking back and forth to that Texaco

Water into wine, turn his body into Vegetable

I'm God's Son

Pray my success be perpetual

Yeah, they be perpetual

We might never know

But for the time being I say, yeah

Hop up in that coupe and tear the street up its just me and Trey

Walking just to eat, pick up yo feet, it was just me and Tori

I just talked to Mani on the phone, we still exchanging stories

I'm the one gone die for all this shit so they give me the glory

When ion give em slack and shit

They give me they ass to kiss

Ion talk a lot cause I be steady thinking bout clapping shit

Like what you got that gun for Keelyn

Why you keep rolling woods

You gone fuck yo lungs up Keelyn

Why you still in the streets

You need to get to funds up Keelyn

I got a hunnid reasons why but I just feel like that

I got this yoppa cause I'm really in the field like that

I'm burning woods because they turning my appeal like that

I'm trynna win nigga

Why finna try to rob that boy, because I can nigga

I'll take a lot of shit but I'd never take the stand nigga

Standing over everybody till they understand nigga

You better take me out the game cause Im'a foul em, I ain playing nigga

I'm saying nigga

I had the coppas on my ass boy

Pistol in the hood, ride with my license on the dashboard

Ion like to ask cause when I grew up I ain have cash for it

I was on the porch but I was eating, dassa dashed door

I been pooping shit nigga

Ion pop no percocets

I know what my move is I just don't know how to work it yet

Like god gave him his mission but he ain showed him his purpose yet

He been going to practice everyday he still ain Perfect yet

Young Nigga never feared nobody

Hate the precinct and trust god almighty

Ion show em love cause that shit hurt, real bad

I ain gone lie when they throw dirt that shit make me real mad

Cause Im'a stand up nigga

Never changed, the only thing happened, my bands got bigger

And my friends got faker

If she'on fuck I won't make her

LLA on all the guys, forever ball like a Laker

I left my soul in that Blazer

Ahhh

Rico Swauve, the boy weighted like Mexico

It took alotta nights walking back and forth to that Texaco

Water into wine, turn his body into a vegetable

I'm God's son

Yeah, pray my success be perpetual

I'm God's son