Blues Clues

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Hoppin' out the lear, ay ayy
I've been off the lean, yeah, yeah

Just hopped off the lear
This my ballin' year
Bitch I got racks on me,  got stacks on me
I roll around in my check
And I got the black coupe with the mask
Too got the pointers all on my neck
I've been countin' up blue faces
Got me like oooh, ooh
Flooded a bad bitch
Had to pullin' up in a new coupe
Got the blue interior
I feel like blues clues
'Cause my dawgs piru they throw a su-woo
He can't walk in my shoes, these Louis boots

Hey lately I've been ballin' hard
Rich man on my letterman
Two bands on my vitamins
A young nigga fly like a jet again
When I touch down like a redskin
'Bout to touch a hunnid nigga bad team
Bitches on me 'cause my neck as wet as them
In the section I don't wanna let 'em it
Project nigga, I just turned rich, ayy
A young nigga stayed down, I
Done waited my turn, bitch
And if your main bitch let
The whole squad hit, burn the bitch
I got the whole squad on
'cause we earn the shit, ayy
I want the bigger bag, yeah, yeah
These niggas really mad, yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm the hottest nigga, had to cool
It down like a ceiling fan, yeah, yeah
And I just fucked shawty, had to kick her
Out but she still a fan, yeah, yeah
I had a rough start, now I'm up
In the city I'm the man, yeah, yeah

Just hopped off the lear
This my ballin' year
Bitch I got racks on me, got stacks on me
I roll around in my check
And I got the black coupe with the
Got the pointers all on my neck
I've been countin' up blue faces
Got me like oooh, ooh
Flooded a bad bitch
Had to pullin' up in a new coupe
Got the blue interior
I feel like blues clues
'Cause my dawgs piru they throw a su-woo
He can't walk in my shoes, these Louis boots

Foreign bitches on me
Bitch I be movin' like the president
They see a young nigga relevent
But I need more 'cause I can't get content
(yeah)
VV's all on my head, shine like a chandelier
I shine past my this my ballin' year
Ain't really into lane switchin'
Me and Roddy we the same niggas
Dirty, Mulsanne with us
Gang sign, when we take picture
Free my brother 'bout to change game
Know you fight tryna maintain
Spend these hunnids every time I walk past
Niggas with 'bout fifty racks
In the Louis bag

Just hopped off the lear (yeah)
This my ballin' year (yeah)
Bitch I got racks on me, got stacks on me
I roll around in my check
And I got the black coupe with the
Got the pointers all on my neck (My neck)
I've been countin' up blue faces
Got me like oooh, ooh
Flooded a bad bitch
Had to pullin' up in a new coupe
Got the blue interior
I feel like blues clues
'Cause my dawgs piru they throw a su-woo
He can't walk in my shoes, these Louis boots