(Ooh it's Bluestrip, baby)

Huh

It's Thursday, I'm at the club only for the lamb

Are you a Action Replay? Then put her on the cam

I heard yo gang a bunch of burgers and yo b***h a ham

I don't even like this shirt, I bought it 'cause I can

Even with my glasses off I can see the fakes

They just wanna try to stop me, hate come with breaks

But I'ma live it up until I see the gates

Told him this what happened, I was hurt that they ain't have faith

She can't stay mad because I take her on a shopping spree

Something 'bout the fame always make the hoes flock to me

Said hеr head was fire, I was driving, had to stop and see

Opps good at catching 'cause I swеar they never dropping me

Timbs on, off the joggy they can tell I'm from the Mitt

Politicking 'bout some money, never beefing 'bout a b***h

Y'all can have the tough shit, I would rather get us rich

Got it off the hams, I ain't never had to sell a brick

I can't even leave the crib if it ain't about no cheese

I be running through that money, boy, that s**t a breeze

If you play yo role right then you shall receive

A couple purses and some hair if you say please

I think I wanna paint yo face, baby, say cheese

I think a cop got behind us, baby, take these

God, f*ck these fake niggas, why you make these?

Don't give yo heart to me, girl, I break these

It's Thursday, I'm at the club with a dub on me

Off-White letterman, I bet she try and rub on me

Gave her good dick, now she always tryna hug on me

Walking in her crib, she jumped on me, damn near humped on me

Bro a drankhead, high as hell, got, one more time

I mean bro a drankhead, he talking 'bout he need one more line

Eighthy and some [?] in the 'Wood, bitch, this jumbo size

It's some members 'round me, this so janky, better tuck yo ice

Squaring up ain't a bright idea if you love yo life

Feel like Tyrone, I come through horsing, I might f*ck yo wife

Turned in twenty jacks, my Arabs came in clutch tonight

At Mr. Corned Beef, told 'em make sure the mustard light

You grabbing petty punches, I get fire off of Onion sites

Nike joggy stuffed with dog shit, I ain't running light

Shout-out Vez, riding down the 6, double cup on ice

I might put you on the first team if yo jumper nice

First class itch, think I'm finna go and jump on flights

Answering my b***h call like, "You know you bugging, right?"

Feel like Rondo, got a rocket tucked in these Number Nines

Popped out my cocoon, now I'm flyer than a butterfly