Mystic Blue Lyrics

You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap

You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap

You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap

You can tell that bitch to fall back, no cap

He say he gon' come through and scoop me

Up in his brand new coupe, around two

He say I belong in a movie

Well baby get your camera and shoot me

They tell me stay away cuz he's a dope boy

He's everything a bitch could ever hope for

He likes to take me shopping in the gold store

And now my wrist is looking like the Cold War

In the summertime, mystic blue

He's my one, I'm his two

You got me, I got you

I be blessing all these hoes like achoo

He don't really be on bitches like that

'Cause every time I hit him up, he call right back

I talk that crazy shit, I'm off that loud pack

So you could tell that bitch to fall back, no cap

In the summertime, mystic blue

He's my one, I'm his two

You got me, I got you

I be blessing all these hoes like achoo

He don't really be on bitches like that

'Cause every time I hit him up, he call right back

I talk that crazy shit, I'm off that loud pack

So you could tell that bitch to fall back, no cap

When, when am I gonna see you again

Talking 'bout what you gon' do to me

When you gon' do it then

Talk shit, I like that

What you do to me I do it right back

They looking like they're tryna get their sight back

No chill, ice pack