Blue Rose ft. Wffls Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

Trip six zip

Don't fake, don't trip

We 'bout this shit

Like yeah

Bounce like this

Blow an ounce

Might flip, might grip

Jump out this bitch

Like yeah

Yeah

Trip six zip

Don't fake, don't trip

We 'bout this shit

Like yeah

Bounce like this

Blow an ounce

Might flip, might grip

Jump out this bitch

Like yeah

Yeah

This that blue light coupe ride shit

Blue eyes, new thighs

Switching lanes in the whip

Her guy, not I

Hurt his brain when I visit

Cause he really been a fan

But he hate when she missing

And she love my attention, wait

This that blue wave shit

That new suede shit

Blue Kool-Aid flip

With a boo bae rolling blue things at the crib

This a new fade with the taper line and the tip

A glass housе with some new rims no tint

This a cash out stacking new еnds then it flip

A come down off the spaceship

Just to chill for a minute

Then we back on the mission

Tell me, what's the issue?

I been interstellar

Out of touch with the bitchin

Focused on the Six

Shoulders holding my city

Niggas out here quitting

Cause they couldn't see the finish

Pussy nigga sickness

Trip six zip

Don't fake, don't trip

We 'bout this shit

Like yeah

Bounce like this

Blow an ounce

Might flip, might grip

Jump out this bitch

Like yeah

Yeah

Trip six zip

Don't fake, don't trip

We 'bout this shit

Like yeah

Bounce like this

Blow an ounce

Might flip, might grip

Jump out this bitch

Like yeah

Yeah

Trip six zip, nigga

From the midwest, nigga

Walkin' on the muthafuckin water

(Yeah)

Call the boy

Call the boy

Call the boy up

If you really need a dollar

(Yeah)