Lyrics to Blue Bills
Y'all rockin' with DJ Scheme, little bitch
Nuri the G.O.A.T
Woo
Back ends, lil' freak bitch, break her back in
I was on the road gettin' dome, you niggas has-beens (On that road)
Bust down Rollie, diamond-dancin', Michael Jackson (Bust down)
Pedal to that bag in a Jag writin' captions (Damn)
I let the bitch choose up
I wanna fuck her from the back to the front (To the front)
I let her hit the road (What?), but she can't hit the blunt (What?)
Niggas lookin' for a problem, we got what they want (We got what they want)
Nigga, we is not the same, I swear you niggas punks (I swear these niggas punks)
You froze up when they went and robbеd you, why you didn't duck? (Froze up)
I been ballin' like a Laker, I can't еven dunk (She chose up)
I been sippin' on some Tech, I ain't gettin' drunk (Woo)
I be strapped up with a TEC, I ain't gettin' punked (Brrat, brrat)
Niggas really out here starvin' like they missed they lunch (Nigga)
I'ma bust a couple rounds if brodies throw a punch (Brrat)
I knew I'd make a couple million (Ayy), niggas had a hunch (Ayy, ayy)
I'm a walkin' lick, walking 'round, blue bills (Yeah)
I'ma fuck your ho, yeah, she lit, no pills (Yuh)
Drunk lil' bitch, I won't fuck 'cause that's weird (Nah)
Leave a bitch heart broke, face full of tears (Haha)
Angel on my side but the devil in my ears (Ayy)
Demons in my room but the Glock downstairs (Downstairs)
I'ma push the start, self-park with the wheels (Vroom)
Damn, thought you was my man but you ain't real (Nah)
I been fucked up in the crib watchin' deals (Haha)
You a grown bitch but can't buy your own meal (Huh?)
I don't give a fuck, that's really how I feel (How I feel)
I'm a walkin' God, broke niggas gotta kneel (Gotta kneel)
I been packin' bricks like my name Shaquille O'Neal (Yeah)
Who knockin' on my door? 12 disappear (Yeah)
Boots on my feet, bitch, with the Moncler (Yeah)
Leather in my Porsche, bitch, I feel like Top Gear (Top Gear)
Nuri the G.O.A.T
Woo
Back ends, lil' freak bitch, break her back in
I was on the road gettin' dome, you niggas has-beens (On that road)
Bust down Rollie, diamond-dancin', Michael Jackson (Bust down)
Pedal to that bag in a Jag writin' captions (Damn)
I let the bitch choose up
I wanna fuck her from the back to the front (To the front)
I let her hit the road (What?), but she can't hit the blunt (What?)
Niggas lookin' for a problem, we got what they want (We got what they want)
Nigga, we is not the same, I swear you niggas punks (I swear these niggas punks)
You froze up when they went and robbеd you, why you didn't duck? (Froze up)
I been ballin' like a Laker, I can't еven dunk (She chose up)
I been sippin' on some Tech, I ain't gettin' drunk (Woo)
I be strapped up with a TEC, I ain't gettin' punked (Brrat, brrat)
Niggas really out here starvin' like they missed they lunch (Nigga)
I'ma bust a couple rounds if brodies throw a punch (Brrat)
I knew I'd make a couple million (Ayy), niggas had a hunch (Ayy, ayy)
I'm a walkin' lick, walking 'round, blue bills (Yeah)
I'ma fuck your ho, yeah, she lit, no pills (Yuh)
Drunk lil' bitch, I won't fuck 'cause that's weird (Nah)
Leave a bitch heart broke, face full of tears (Haha)
Angel on my side but the devil in my ears (Ayy)
Demons in my room but the Glock downstairs (Downstairs)
I'ma push the start, self-park with the wheels (Vroom)
Damn, thought you was my man but you ain't real (Nah)
I been fucked up in the crib watchin' deals (Haha)
You a grown bitch but can't buy your own meal (Huh?)
I don't give a fuck, that's really how I feel (How I feel)
I'm a walkin' God, broke niggas gotta kneel (Gotta kneel)
I been packin' bricks like my name Shaquille O'Neal (Yeah)
Who knockin' on my door? 12 disappear (Yeah)
Boots on my feet, bitch, with the Moncler (Yeah)
Leather in my Porsche, bitch, I feel like Top Gear (Top Gear)
