Blue Strips
๐ต 2713 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:00 duration
๐ ID: 11063377
๐ Lyrics
Ewwwwww
Glock on my side, know he not finna shoot
He think that he hard, but testing the rules
I was like six in the trap, not the school
I was like four, I was uppin' the score
I call the plug, told him if he need more
Call up my shooter, I think his name Mo
I'm in the trap with a Moncler Coat
I ain't no sheep, I feel like a goat
He was top three, but we made him the devote
He said he shootin', we laugh, he a joke
Got a blue strip on me like it was a note
Say he in the field, I told him no
I want the bread, thats what I went for
Bitch I am up, bitch you is low
She said spec hard, I told him I know
Uh (Peww)
Uh (Yeahh)
Say he got guns, nigga that shit cap
Stick on my side, I dont wanna scrap
Nigga I'm fat, stomach overlap
I walk in the trap carrying the pack
Your new shit suck, nigga you got patched
I feel like I'm Kobe, I'm smoking on thrax
I feel like I demon when I'm in a hellcat
You is a dumb nigga, you got held back
Opp pack, damn, I know you smell that
You wanna test me, you gon' fail that
Zaza in the pack, Ima mail that
How you a trap nigga named Luther
If I get cheated on, Ima shoot her
I want a white hoe, came from hooters
Niggas be shooters, only on computers
Uh, Uh, Uh
African plug trappin' off, Alibaba
I'm in the bronx, finna shoot at his matha
Niggas be copying, like I'm your father
Niggas be copying like I'm your papa
Watch how I slide, I'm doing the chacha
He say he hard, but his songs caca
He tryna ride the wave, like its aqua
(Brrr) Who callin' my phone?
I'm in the trap so leave me alone
So much bread, niggas ask for a loan
Oh that's your hoe? She giving me dome
I got a black shooter named Jerome
He bout to slide on you at your home
I told him put Glo through the phone
He too busy shoppin' for some Chrome
(Brrr) Who calling me? Bitch I'm in Saks
That fuck nigga play with the gang, he get whacked
You droppin' that song that shi- Fuck
You droppin' that song that shit finna be wack
I hop in the coupe, that shit all black
A stick on my side, now you know I dont lack
I feel like I'm Uzi, I go get the racks
Got them Balmain Jeans, Number (N)ine on the hat
Keep the stick tucked, Glock on my side, in the trap with the blick tucked
Hop in the SRT with your bitch, ten minutes later I'm gettin' my dick sucked
Switchin' me over a bitch, that shit so crazy, you should get put in the mixer
7.62 in my Glock, I feel like Hilfiger, no I dont fuck with these niggas
[Verse 5: Specxfic]
No I don't fuck with nobody
I got a Glock on my body, I promise you, He try to rob me I'm shootin' the lobby
Hop in the whip and I drive it, already told you I can't move I got percs in my body
Run up on him then we shot him, my shooter put wicks in his head like he Spotem no Gotem
Glock on my side, know he not finna shoot
He think that he hard, but testing the rules
I was like six in the trap, not the school
I was like four, I was uppin' the score
I call the plug, told him if he need more
Call up my shooter, I think his name Mo
I'm in the trap with a Moncler Coat
I ain't no sheep, I feel like a goat
He was top three, but we made him the devote
He said he shootin', we laugh, he a joke
Got a blue strip on me like it was a note
Say he in the field, I told him no
I want the bread, thats what I went for
Bitch I am up, bitch you is low
She said spec hard, I told him I know
Uh (Peww)
Uh (Yeahh)
Say he got guns, nigga that shit cap
Stick on my side, I dont wanna scrap
Nigga I'm fat, stomach overlap
I walk in the trap carrying the pack
Your new shit suck, nigga you got patched
I feel like I'm Kobe, I'm smoking on thrax
I feel like I demon when I'm in a hellcat
You is a dumb nigga, you got held back
Opp pack, damn, I know you smell that
You wanna test me, you gon' fail that
Zaza in the pack, Ima mail that
How you a trap nigga named Luther
If I get cheated on, Ima shoot her
I want a white hoe, came from hooters
Niggas be shooters, only on computers
Uh, Uh, Uh
African plug trappin' off, Alibaba
I'm in the bronx, finna shoot at his matha
Niggas be copying, like I'm your father
Niggas be copying like I'm your papa
Watch how I slide, I'm doing the chacha
He say he hard, but his songs caca
He tryna ride the wave, like its aqua
(Brrr) Who callin' my phone?
I'm in the trap so leave me alone
So much bread, niggas ask for a loan
Oh that's your hoe? She giving me dome
I got a black shooter named Jerome
He bout to slide on you at your home
I told him put Glo through the phone
He too busy shoppin' for some Chrome
(Brrr) Who calling me? Bitch I'm in Saks
That fuck nigga play with the gang, he get whacked
You droppin' that song that shi- Fuck
You droppin' that song that shit finna be wack
I hop in the coupe, that shit all black
A stick on my side, now you know I dont lack
I feel like I'm Uzi, I go get the racks
Got them Balmain Jeans, Number (N)ine on the hat
Keep the stick tucked, Glock on my side, in the trap with the blick tucked
Hop in the SRT with your bitch, ten minutes later I'm gettin' my dick sucked
Switchin' me over a bitch, that shit so crazy, you should get put in the mixer
7.62 in my Glock, I feel like Hilfiger, no I dont fuck with these niggas
[Verse 5: Specxfic]
No I don't fuck with nobody
I got a Glock on my body, I promise you, He try to rob me I'm shootin' the lobby
Hop in the whip and I drive it, already told you I can't move I got percs in my body
Run up on him then we shot him, my shooter put wicks in his head like he Spotem no Gotem
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.62] Ewwwwww
[00:01.88] Glock on my side, know he not finna shoot
[00:03.09] He think that he hard, but testing the rules
[00:04.61] I was like six in the trap, not the school
[00:06.53] I was like four, I was uppin' the score
[00:08.46] I call the plug, told him if he need more
[00:10.06] Call up my shooter, I think his name Mo
[00:11.69] I'm in the trap with a Moncler Coat
[00:13.22] I ain't no sheep, I feel like a goat
[00:14.88] He was top three, but we made him the devote
[00:16.48] He said he shootin', we laugh, he a joke
[00:18.06] Got a blue strip on me like it was a note
[00:19.63] Say he in the field, I told him no
[00:21.53] I want the bread, thats what I went for
[00:23.14] Bitch I am up, bitch you is low
[00:24.77] She said spec hard, I told him I know
[00:26.45] Uh (Peww)
[00:27.29] Uh (Yeahh)
[00:28.08] Say he got guns, nigga that shit cap
[00:29.63] Stick on my side, I dont wanna scrap
[00:31.56] Nigga I'm fat, stomach overlap
[00:33.10] I walk in the trap carrying the pack
[00:34.68] Your new shit suck, nigga you got patched
[00:36.38] I feel like I'm Kobe, I'm smoking on thrax
[00:37.91] I feel like I demon when I'm in a hellcat
[00:39.77] You is a dumb nigga, you got held back
[00:41.40] Opp pack, damn, I know you smell that
[00:43.05] You wanna test me, you gon' fail that
[00:44.64] Zaza in the pack, Ima mail that
[00:46.25] How you a trap nigga named Luther
[00:47.87] If I get cheated on, Ima shoot her
[00:49.67] I want a white hoe, came from hooters
[00:51.34] Niggas be shooters, only on computers
[00:52.77] Uh, Uh, Uh
[00:54.47] African plug trappin' off, Alibaba
[00:56.08] I'm in the bronx, finna shoot at his matha
[00:57.83] Niggas be copying, like I'm your father
[00:59.43] Niggas be copying like I'm your papa
[01:00.88] Watch how I slide, I'm doing the chacha
[01:02.76] He say he hard, but his songs caca
[01:04.32] He tryna ride the wave, like its aqua
[01:06.07] (Brrr) Who callin' my phone?
[01:07.62] I'm in the trap so leave me alone
[01:09.26] So much bread, niggas ask for a loan
[01:10.90] Oh that's your hoe? She giving me dome
[01:12.57] I got a black shooter named Jerome
[01:14.13] He bout to slide on you at your home
[01:15.96] I told him put Glo through the phone
[01:17.56] He too busy shoppin' for some Chrome
[01:19.21] (Brrr) Who calling me? Bitch I'm in Saks
[01:20.59] That fuck nigga play with the gang, he get whacked
[01:22.33] You droppin' that song that shi- Fuck
[01:24.02] You droppin' that song that shit finna be wack
[01:25.67] I hop in the coupe, that shit all black
[01:27.12] A stick on my side, now you know I dont lack
[01:28.93] I feel like I'm Uzi, I go get the racks
[01:30.44] Got them Balmain Jeans, Number (N)ine on the hat
[01:32.03] Keep the stick tucked, Glock on my side, in the trap with the blick tucked
[01:34.29] Hop in the SRT with your bitch, ten minutes later I'm gettin' my dick sucked
[01:37.59] Switchin' me over a bitch, that shit so crazy, you should get put in the mixer
[01:40.79] 7.62 in my Glock, I feel like Hilfiger, no I dont fuck with these niggas
[01:43.36] [Verse 5: Specxfic]
[01:44.36] No I don't fuck with nobody
[01:45.43] I got a Glock on my body, I promise you, He try to rob me I'm shootin' the lobby
[01:48.84] Hop in the whip and I drive it, already told you I can't move I got percs in my body
[01:52.04] Run up on him then we shot him, my shooter put wicks in his head like he Spotem no Gotem
[01:55.02]
[00:01.88] Glock on my side, know he not finna shoot
[00:03.09] He think that he hard, but testing the rules
[00:04.61] I was like six in the trap, not the school
[00:06.53] I was like four, I was uppin' the score
[00:08.46] I call the plug, told him if he need more
[00:10.06] Call up my shooter, I think his name Mo
[00:11.69] I'm in the trap with a Moncler Coat
[00:13.22] I ain't no sheep, I feel like a goat
[00:14.88] He was top three, but we made him the devote
[00:16.48] He said he shootin', we laugh, he a joke
[00:18.06] Got a blue strip on me like it was a note
[00:19.63] Say he in the field, I told him no
[00:21.53] I want the bread, thats what I went for
[00:23.14] Bitch I am up, bitch you is low
[00:24.77] She said spec hard, I told him I know
[00:26.45] Uh (Peww)
[00:27.29] Uh (Yeahh)
[00:28.08] Say he got guns, nigga that shit cap
[00:29.63] Stick on my side, I dont wanna scrap
[00:31.56] Nigga I'm fat, stomach overlap
[00:33.10] I walk in the trap carrying the pack
[00:34.68] Your new shit suck, nigga you got patched
[00:36.38] I feel like I'm Kobe, I'm smoking on thrax
[00:37.91] I feel like I demon when I'm in a hellcat
[00:39.77] You is a dumb nigga, you got held back
[00:41.40] Opp pack, damn, I know you smell that
[00:43.05] You wanna test me, you gon' fail that
[00:44.64] Zaza in the pack, Ima mail that
[00:46.25] How you a trap nigga named Luther
[00:47.87] If I get cheated on, Ima shoot her
[00:49.67] I want a white hoe, came from hooters
[00:51.34] Niggas be shooters, only on computers
[00:52.77] Uh, Uh, Uh
[00:54.47] African plug trappin' off, Alibaba
[00:56.08] I'm in the bronx, finna shoot at his matha
[00:57.83] Niggas be copying, like I'm your father
[00:59.43] Niggas be copying like I'm your papa
[01:00.88] Watch how I slide, I'm doing the chacha
[01:02.76] He say he hard, but his songs caca
[01:04.32] He tryna ride the wave, like its aqua
[01:06.07] (Brrr) Who callin' my phone?
[01:07.62] I'm in the trap so leave me alone
[01:09.26] So much bread, niggas ask for a loan
[01:10.90] Oh that's your hoe? She giving me dome
[01:12.57] I got a black shooter named Jerome
[01:14.13] He bout to slide on you at your home
[01:15.96] I told him put Glo through the phone
[01:17.56] He too busy shoppin' for some Chrome
[01:19.21] (Brrr) Who calling me? Bitch I'm in Saks
[01:20.59] That fuck nigga play with the gang, he get whacked
[01:22.33] You droppin' that song that shi- Fuck
[01:24.02] You droppin' that song that shit finna be wack
[01:25.67] I hop in the coupe, that shit all black
[01:27.12] A stick on my side, now you know I dont lack
[01:28.93] I feel like I'm Uzi, I go get the racks
[01:30.44] Got them Balmain Jeans, Number (N)ine on the hat
[01:32.03] Keep the stick tucked, Glock on my side, in the trap with the blick tucked
[01:34.29] Hop in the SRT with your bitch, ten minutes later I'm gettin' my dick sucked
[01:37.59] Switchin' me over a bitch, that shit so crazy, you should get put in the mixer
[01:40.79] 7.62 in my Glock, I feel like Hilfiger, no I dont fuck with these niggas
[01:43.36] [Verse 5: Specxfic]
[01:44.36] No I don't fuck with nobody
[01:45.43] I got a Glock on my body, I promise you, He try to rob me I'm shootin' the lobby
[01:48.84] Hop in the whip and I drive it, already told you I can't move I got percs in my body
[01:52.04] Run up on him then we shot him, my shooter put wicks in his head like he Spotem no Gotem
[01:55.02]