Blues In ft. BandrunnaDoug, 1KNezz, C Money, Zip44 & Prod. Foreigner2x Lyrics

Yeah, ayy, huh, yeah, ayy

Even though I'm sick, I'm still workin', gettin' blues in

I ain't gon' lie, I'm sick as hell, I'm in the booth, I'm goin' in

I know the nigga with the pints ain't callin' unless you got 10

I can't hear none of that hate when I got my Bezels in

It's a lot of fuck niggas so I keep that FN

My Asian nigga keep a strap, so we call his ass J-Lin

Like an O.C., I'm that nigga that be sendin' plays in

I'm a baker man , I send that gas and get that cake in

Get that cake in, I run it up the fast way

If it's the money race ,then I ain't never last place

Running solid bouncing out, so now we gotta do the chase

We at a gunfight, why the fuck he got some mace

I'm a rockstar rollin', yea just call me based

If I ain't roll it, I won't smoke it shit it might be laced

Time ain't free, so you better keep a steady pace

But don't stress out, just sit back, roll one to the face

Go back to back, I'm rollin' woods like I'm a lumberjack

Pack just touched down, I'm in the field like I'm a running back

Nigga, we not in the gyms, still get it jumpin' like a jumping jack

I heard he was talkin' bold, I up this pole, boy, he ain't comin' back

I always tell my mama we gon' make it someday

Bitch, I'm Nez, but you can't forget the 1K

While my pockets gettin' fat, you gettin' chump change

Them niggas say it's that, we pull up shootin' like a gun range

Thought we was finna fight, I up the Glock, it's a pump fake

Special education with the stick, I got dumb aim

I be happy when they deliver the package, it's the runts came

Off the Tito's when I'm talkin' to this bitch, I got drunk game

Okay, all he wanted was a dub, so why you rushin'

She keep tellin' me she cream, but I don't care if it ain't Russian

They put my shit up in a sling, shoot with the left like Jalen Brunson

You wanna hear a hundred pings, let me know, I press the button

If we speakin' bout some money, then I'm ill will

The shit they don't do for the chicken, nigga, I will

It loot the cracker jacks, I got the packs in Kansas

I smoke a pound myself a week, my lungs done took some damage

This bitch want me in her guts, but I just fuck her face

Pull up to her crib with blick, I'm not getting played

She gon' suck this dick for free, she is not getting paid

See this cheese, I bet that she won't leave, she is not getting saved

Fuckin' two bitches at one time, bitch, I feel like Ghost

I'm ballin' so hard, I'm ballin' like I'm in the post

If it's a play for the bread, now you know it's on the floor

My Louisiana bitch, she make me mad, she do the most

Yeah, she like the Jos

Yeah, I like to poke, put it in her throat

Nigga talkin' shit on me, but love to do coke

I get all the money in this, bitch, I feel like I'm a goat

Yeah, nigga