Blue Raccs Lyrics

Blue raccs blue bandana

Drugs travel all through my body

I could stuff 100 raccs in my pocket

I drive the foriegn I'm swerving can't stop me

Keep it on me dare a nigga try me

Running from my demons got me sliding

They got me sliding

They got me sliding

Got blue raccs stuffed in my jeans

Put pain in this spliff I ain't sipping no lean

This dangerous it get so I stay with my G

I did a lot to get here so I say what I mean

I been outside so I stay with my G

Gotta be on timing

Gotta be on timing

I can't love her cause I love my phantom

Can't buy no more houses I need me a mansion

Can't do business for thousands no more I need millions

I keep counting until my hands ain't got no feeling

Keep chasing this money stack it to the ceiling

Gotta stack them hunnits

Gotta stack them hunnits

I don't need them to tell me I'm the man

I make that bitch eat that dicc with no hands

Love how I fucc don't want share with her friends

She let me do it again and again

I stay at the box tryna get my revenge

I'm at the bank & I'm playing to win

Rich street nigga drive me a Beem or a Benz

I just want the money I don't want no friends

I got the G with the sticc and the fan

They say they was on that but them niggas ran

I don't even wanna politic with niggas, long as I got my money I don't care

Put ya money up nigga you don't even dare

When I was banging out with niggas they was scared

We was going to war them niggas wasn't there

I got my GED I came prepared

Spin his blocc leave the sticc in the trash, he should already know I ain't got fear in my heart

On my own took my fair share of losses

, don't go out my way overplaying my part

I'm just happy I woke up this morning

So I run it up I might not wake up tomorrow

I can't stay out of the foreigns, everytime I blink I go buy a new car

I got that new watch it's audemars

I got a Rollie Patek Philippe me

Just backed out a quarter milly, but I need another one so I could fucc up the city

I'm on the Vybe ain't no you coming with me

Hop out and fye imma shoot til it's empty

Ain't no way u could come to my team and take my troops it's impossible to put them against me

Drugs travel all through my body

I could stuff 100 raccs in my pocket

I drive the foriegn I'm swerving can't stop me

Keep it on me dare a nigga try me

Running from my demons got me sliding

They got me sliding

They got me sliding

Got blue raccs stuffed in my jeans

Put pain in this spliff I ain't sipping no lean

This dangerous it get so I stay with my G

I did a lot to get here so I say what I mean

I been outside so I stay with my G

Gotta be on timing

Gotta be on timing

I can't love her cause I love my phantom

Can't buy no more houses I need me a mansion

Can't do business for thousands no more I need millions

I keep counting until my hands ain't got no feeling

Keep chasing this money stack it to the ceiling

Gotta stack them hunnits

Gotta stack them hunnits