G Herbo, Future - Blues lyrics

Ayy (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

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)

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

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)

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

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)