Blue's Clues Lyrics

On a new level, you can't compete with this

Sippin' on Wockhardt, but I still sip on Tris

Tryna get caveman to make fire, he gon' make this

I've been servin' straight heat, nigga no hot Cheeto chips

Bitch got me feelin' like KSI in the thick of it

She tryna eat me whole, so I turn into Pickle Rick

I'm on some sick Demented shit

That ain't your Lamb, nigga, you just rentin' it

I ain't penny-pinchin', nigga, I'm just sendin' it

Break the bank real quick, nigga, ain't no sentiments

Wanna steal my style, can't afford the Vetements

If she ain't doin' foreplay, I ain't into this

Nah, I ain't into you

Bitch trapped in a Sim, IMVU

Ain't you heard the news?

Tried take all my head for a couple blues

What's a couple mill to a nigga ain't got none?

Had to subtract him out the picture cause he want my sum

I ain't argue with no nigga over no funds

Paint a picture on her face, I'm feelin' like Van Gogh, huh

Whippin' in the kitchen, my arm fell off, feel like Gohan

If I was an atom, then I would be the proton

Shit, I might have to break the rules Empty out my whole heart, nigga, on Protools

What's this or that? That fit a cap

Poured up too much Dusse in my cup, I forgot how to rap

Heard they got a leak in the system, heard they gotta rat

Heard they lookin' for a new system, learnin' how to trap

I been sippin' on lean all day, this and that

And you can't live this lifestyle, know that shit facts

Boy you too pussy, might as well go to Tracks

Heard you been a rat since a youngin' and it tracks

I been eatin' so much, feelin' like a big back

I don't care what you gon' say, nigga, click-clack

I'm just here to bring the Boom, nigga, what's on set

I'ma just shoot shit like I got on set

Ask her what she want, shawty said more sex

You ain't got no style, Balenci ASICS

I'ma stand on my money, feelin' like I'm 8'6

Bout to pass out on drugs, feelin' like I'm Weezy F

And the F, and the F, is for finisher

Told that bih, you gon' wait, I don't need ya

Cook her, then I'm gonna bake her like Anita

I'ma see her bun, then I'm spreadin' all the seed, yeah

Oh, we gon' find our way, oh, oh, we gon' find our away, oh

That was my last time in Laredo

Next time, listen to what I say so

Told her, hasta luego, I'ma take her halo

Then I'm gonna mold her down just like some play-doh

Know that she my demon, but she's still my angel

I know I had to get out when I heard them keys jangle

Yeah, I know you see these chains on me like Django

Yeah, I know you niggas fake, you some lizards like Rango

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

I won't toy with you

I'm adoring you

I'm exploring you

I'm annoying you

I'm a toy, yeah

I'm a loyal

I'd anoint you

On a new level, you can't compete with this

Sippin' on Wockhardt, but I still sip on Tris

Tryna get caveman to make fire, he gon' make this

I've been servin' straight heat, nigga no hot Cheeto chips

Bitch got me feelin' like KSI in the thick of it

She just wanna eat me whole, so I turn into Pickle Rick

I'm on some sick Demented shit, and not to mention it

But since we're mentioning

Better know I just switched the dimension

Pockets so fat, they got a double chin

Wearin' all black, opium, like Nega-Chin

Pray to God, is he savin' him

But is he savin' me

I will never know