Bleu Chanel Lyrics

I got the venom

Running rampant

Through the trenches

Thumbing through the mail

Late nights praying for rain

I got so used to hell

Stormy weather no umbrella

Just a tool and scale

Ain't into being all boo'd up

I'm catching beaucoup sales

Microwave set to three minutes

Let the noodles swell

I ain't got nothing else to prove

I proved that to myself

I see the game from both sides

Hope you do as well

Got blue hundreds

Give a fuck about some

Blue Chanel

Amiri with the yeezy rips

I'm looking cool as well

If you don't post it on the net

They just assume you failed

You food as hell

If you touch what's left

On my dinner plate

My dog do wizardry or something Cause he been a snake

They throwing rocks

In glass houses

Until a window break

I hope my cousin

Know I love him

But I'm with pistol play

With sudafed

We had a method

Yea the crystal way

And Forest Green

Made me a monster

Like camp Crystal lake

Mama thinking I'm a demon

Cause I demonstrate

Wicked witches want my semen

I ain't finna date

Send me a woman

That's a queen to wash my

Sins away she asking

What was in my cup

It was a hint of grape

Running rampant

Through the trenches

Thumbing through the mail

Late nights praying for rain

I got so used to hell

Stormy weather no umbrella

Just a tool and scale

Ain't into being all boo'd up

I'm catching beaucoup sales

Microwave set to three minutes

Let the noodles swell

I ain't got nothing else to prove

I proved that to myself

I see the game from both sides

Hope you do as well

Got blue hundreds

Give a fuck about some

Blue Chanel

I see the game from both sides

Got blue hundreds

Give a fuck about some

Blue Chanel

I see the game from both sides

Got blue hundreds

Give a fuck about some

Blue Chanel

That label tried to

Play me close

Feel like they hate me most

I would've rocked out

For the free

Ain't need them faded clothes

Admit that I

Made a mistake I

Should've stated no

I thought I was

Part of the fam

I don't relate to hoes

Funky town

I'm out in Texas

Fake relation goals

Playing family with a bitch

That want to take my soul

Big red pouring green

A quarter tank of smoke

I saw the cross

When I hit Houston

And it drained my hope

Ashamed and broke

You couldn't tell

Cause I met famous grove

Grove hero know I

Spit that shit

That change the globe

A street fighter

Breaking codes

And they all salute

With double C's on my feet

And they ultra blue

Running rampant

Through the trenches

Thumbing through the mail

Late nights praying for rain

I got so used to hell

Stormy weather no umbrella

Just a tool and scale

Ain't into being all boo'd up

I'm catching beaucoup sales

Microwave set to three minutes

Let the noodles swell

I ain't got nothing else to prove

I proved that to myself

I see the game from both sides

Hope you do as well

Got blue hundreds

Give a fuck about some

Blue Chanel

I see the game from both sides

Got blue hundreds

Give a fuck about some

Blue Chanel

I see the game from both sides

Got blue hundreds

Give a fuck about some

Blue Chanel

I see the game from both sides

Got blue hundreds

Give a fuck about some

Blue Chanel

I see the game from both sides

Got blue hundreds

Give a fuck about some

Blue Chanel