Blue Hundreds lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro: Dave East]
Uh
Blue hundreds

[Verse 1: Dave East]
I'm from a rock and a hard place
I took the cops on a car chase
Pull out the drop with the soft top
Belaire bottles or it's all Ace
I got the money to prove it
Your b*tch in love with my music
All my young n*ggas is stupid
We be in Fendi or Gucci
Blue hundreds
I don't give a f*ck about who saying who run it
p*ss bad, get a new stomach
Cookie pack, I'm too blunted
We don't play with that
Save it all, that's the way to stack
n*ggas claiming they king
If they got the crown, Steve Harvey gave 'em that
Shop when I get there, I hate to pack
I met V on Four Deuce, Lenox Ave
No Santa, I'm in my bag
Old hammer get a n*gga tagged
No manners, I get b*tches mad
On 10th Street, gotta watch your body
Henny shots me and Stupid stoop
Pulled up in a new coupe
Two b*tches with me like a new group
Henny straight since way back
If you know me, I don't do juice
Shawty put the seat way back
She could see stars, it's a moon roof
Got your friend, I got my man
We can play ball, that's a two on two
Done sh*t that you won't do
You could have mines, n*gga we don't choose
Blue hundreds, they comparing me to Jason
You could hear them sounds n*gga, they like who coming?
n*ggas talking all that tough sh*t
When it crack off hear their shoes running
Ambulance and the news coming
Ask me we ain't do nothing
Jumped out like a rockstar
These n*ggas sweeter than a poptart
Rolling dope where the cops parked
That ain't real Chanel, that's a knockoff
I be locked into Biggie n*gga
Paying attention to how Pac talk
Drop a n*gga like hot sauce
New handgun that's an and-one
We get low when the van come
Talking blocks, I done ran some
Gortex and my Vans son
I got too much pride I can't run
[Verse 2: Vado]
Hermes bubble, gotta fasten it
Goyard duffle with a half in it
Game of the Thrones, I done mastered it
Leather black gloves, ski masking it
Four five long when I'm blasting it
Snatch a newborn out a bassinet
Y'all don't wanna see how this bast*rd gets
I'ma keep shooting 'til the basket hits
'Bout to show y'all what a classic is
'Fore we show y'all what a casket is
Don't play with me, I'm hazardous
Go against the God, y'all blasphemous
Slime and East, y'all mad at this
Don't get mad at me 'cause you average
Once I get a nut then I'm passing it
Yeah we both f*cked stop asking it
I don't do Macy's I'm Sak's-ing it
Alexander McQueen's, Air Maxing it
Got a stash box, fit the MAC's in it
We the new shottas, I'm Max in it
West side to the East side
B side to the C side
We ain't let a f*cking thing slide
'Til them things slide and them things fire
I'm on the road, me and G.Y
We like Hov and T.Y
Biggie and Dough since knee high
Got a lotta hoes, you can see why
Need I say more, what you know about hunger games?
Paid for four but a dozen came
Take a loss, give you stomach pains
Go to war, put a buck and change
On your f*cking head, that's a f*cking range
Dapper Dan, I'm custom made
Stay on them, pills been up for days
Like Pac throwing up the Treys
Mink for a limp when I tuck the gauge
Only piff when I puff the haze
Talk slick, what the f*ck you say?
Vado
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