BlueBucksClan - Nervous lyrics

(Cash me out, 9Three)

Big foreigns every time we ride out
(Big foreigns) drop the top on the Rolls
Brought the sky out (Brought the sky out)
We off Don '42, don't bring wine out
(Ain't no wine) got the top from your ho
 you ain't find out (You ain't find out)
Kill her from the back, yeah
I'm tryna blow her spine out
(Tryna blow her spine out)
All my niggas ball, yeah
We don't need no timeout
Ruth Chris, Mastro's every time we dine out
(Every time we dine out)
Really in the field, all my troops
We don't got no bench
My bitch tellin' me she want
A bitch, I'm like, "Oh shit"
(Oh shit) yeah, I feel like Priest in this
Coupe with this long trench (Long trench)
Yeah, I know you see me in this Wraith
It don't got no tint i can run this shit by
Myself like the old Vick
Postin' new shit on Thursdays
Ain't no old pics

All this fuckin' money on the
Floor don't make no sense (Not at all)
Seen the feds turn around the block
Clear the whole fence (Whole fence)
Why my new hoes always bringing
Up some old shit? (Goddamn)
Drop -op in the wintertime, I'm the coldest
(I'm the coldest)
Give a fuck what a hater say
I'm too focused (I'm too focused)
Sippin' DeLeón with your bitch, yeah
We loaded (yeah, we loaded)
Bitch, I'm Ray Lewis in the field
You get folded (You get folded)
She don't even know my real name
But she tokin' doing donuts in the foreign
Leave your block smokin' (Block smokin')
Like a bottle, nigga
We'll leave your top open (Top open)

Laughin' with my niggas, but with you
We not jokin' (Laughin' with my niggas)
Pass it to my niggas, but with you
We not smokin' (Nah, you can't hit it)
Fuckin' up Givenchy
Walkin' out that bitch soakin'
(yeah, bitch, I'm drippin')

Servin' junkies on the 7 like Lamar Odom
(Lamar Odom) yeah I'm finna drive the Lam'
Truck like it's stolen (Like it's stolen)
Rockin' all my ice when it's cold, bitch
I'm frozen (yeah, I'm cold)
All you niggas tryna ride a
Wave like the ocean (Like the ocean)
Speedin', tryna drop this bitch
Off like it's urgent (Goddamn)

Bleedin', I can't wipe this shit off
I need surgeons (I need surgeons)
I did Palm Angel with the Bally, yeah
On purpose (yeah, on purpose)
This box full of hundreds
But we still out here workin'
(yeah, we still workin')
Tryna stuff this chicken in the bag
Ain't no Church's (Ain't no Church's)

CRASH get behind us in this Benz, yeah
I'm nervous (yeah, I'm nervous)
Bitches talking loud in my ear
My shit hurtin' scrollin' up my story
Tryna find out who lurkin' (Who is this?)
Walkin' with a bag up in Neimans, yeah
I'm splurgin' (yeah, I'm splurgin')
Seen you in the mall
You was scared to make a purchase
(Nigga scared) if I have a daughter
She gon' get a baby Birkin (Baby Birkin)
We just hit again
Fucked around and start jerkin'
(Start jerkin')
My bitch bad as hell and it's good, yeah
She perfect (yeah, she perfect)