Blues

[Intro: G Herbo]

Ayy

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]

I'm a street nigga that got rich, I made curves off a brick

See a ho' and hit the curve, what's the word? My name Swerv'

Weed and crack I used to serve, not like rappers 'cause they nerds

My bitch snappin', need a purse, give her racks, she on my nerves

Get it back, I hit the stu', daily trapped in with the crew (Ayy)

Keep my savage in the coupe, two ratchets wit' the screw

I'm in Saks, just spendin' sacks, got patent on my shoes

Ain't nothin' happenin' in the 'Raq, the Caddy bulletproof (Ayy)

Drac' go hackin' 'em like Shaq (Grra), we whacked him 'cause he lacked (Whacked)

Bad bitch all on my lap, speak Latin and she act

Beat and crashed it off the yak, took traction off the trap

Bein' broke, that shit was whack, I ain't never goin' back (Bitch)

[Chorus: Future]

Blues stacked on blues (Racks), money went in my vein (Pluto)

Tiger face in the presidential, could've bought him a pay (Pluto)

Bust it down, got rockstars, drug traffic helped to fit us (Yeah)

Cookin' dope with a mask on (Mask), cold-hearted, lotta tats (Cold)

Swerve on 'em, just wept (Swerve), give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo (Lesbo)

Put a bag on your block though (Block), call the stash to them other hoes (Woah)

Murder cash off a mobile phone (Murder), drive past and knock the door down (Skrrt)

Body bag, it takes a cold world (Syrup), west nigga, Cosa Nostra

[Verse 2: Future]

Fifty thousand in a Burberry stone (Burb'), gave it all to the savage (Savage)

Tippy toein' on the mobile phone (Tip), like a ballerina wearin' Chanels (Chanels)

I'm snatchin' models out in traffic (Traffic), snipin' bitches like I'm sexy (Sexy)

A freak bitch and she sexy (Sexy), I just re'd up, G-Wagon (Wagon)

Do the mil' ticket on the tragedy (Woo), put gold veneers on my cavity (I got it)

I've been ballin' on 'em like an athlete (Ball), gotta squeeze the clip for my integrity (Ah)

[Verse 3: G Herbo]

AK's right next to me, the whole gang off ecstasy

Your ho's exchange with me sexually, lotta gold chains, blue checks with me

I'm a renegade, ain't no checkin' me, and everybody in the 'Raq know (Know that)

I been fucked all the 'Raq hoes (Phew), left the club in a black Rolls

A nigga tweet, get blammed up, we done closed all the back doors

G-Wag' and a Lamb' truck, Swerv' already got those

[Chorus: Future]

Blues stacked on blues (Racks), money went in my veins (Pluto)

Tiger face in the prejudice, could've bought him a pay (Phew)

Bust it down, got rockstars, drug helped to fit us (Yeah)

Cookin' dope, hit with a mask on (Mask), cold-hearted, lotta tats (Cold)

Swerve on 'em, just wept (Swerve), give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo (Lesbo)

Put a bag on your block though (Block), call the stash to them other hoes (Woah)

Murder case off a mumble phone (Murder), drive past and knock the door down (Skrrt)

Body bag, it takes a cold world (Syrup), west nigga, Cosa Nostra

(Cosa Nostra)