BLUES

Bitch, I got the remote, I'ma change the channel if I ain't fuckin' with you, bro That's a metaphor I'ma count these clues till I can't count no more Can't count no more That's what I'ma do, dawg Close the back door If you can't get in through the front, it is what it is, punk Yeah Nigga Fake friends want them dividends, I can't have it Man, I'm a savage Proactive Like them bumps on your face Fuck what you thought, dawg, I will catch a case I made this beat, dawg, and I liked how it feels Guitar is skill and it's guts Emotions on this track, dawg, open them up Yeah, I'ma count these clues till I can't count no more I'ma count these clues till I can't count no more Then I'll count some more I'ma count these clues till I can't smoke no more Then I'ma flip these blues and stack up the dough Let me in, bro That's the back door So I closed it If you ain't a homie, dawg, then you need to show it No love, you already know Beat that nigga's ass, dawg, like he's a squirrel Fuck it, dawg, it is what it was And what it isn't is a friendship You niggas is bitches Stay away from me I'm dangerous I might just empty 50 from the AR, nigga Soon to be a rap star So I got to get it in right now So if you got a problem, pal, let me know I'm all smiles till I don't smile no more And then I'm all nah And then I'll roar Yeah All smiles till I don't what All smiles, nigga, till I don't smile no more Watch me roar I'm a lion in this jungle You a motherfuckin' bitch, bro Yeah I'm a motherfuckin' lion in this jungle, an animal Watch me roar I'ma count these moves till I can't count no more Let's get high in the bench If you can't afford it, then you can smoke with me If not, dawg, you snitchin' Shifty, all you wanna do is use me And I allow that shit I'ma smoke these moves till I can't smoke no more I got my eye on you, bro I'ma smoke these moves till I can't smoke no more And then I'll smoke some more because I be stackin' hundreds till I can't stack no more That's ridiculous Let's stack some more I'ma stack these hundreds till I can't stack no more No such thing as stack some more Stackin' hundreds by the motherfuckin' bill Sometimes they be comin' in by threes and fours fours and eights, nines and tens That's a thousand wide, nigga You better know, man You wanna be my friend because you see me shinin' Bitch, I been shinin' I'ma stack these moves till I can't stack no more Hundred, hundred, hundred dollar bill, bro Yeah, hundred dollar bill, bro Watch your eye Twinkle, twinkle, motherfucker Well, here's a surprise They all spit at you like active fire And I don't give a fuck about a liar Don't lie to your bitch Don't lie in a ditch I'ma stack these moves till I can't stack no more That's real talk, yo