All Blues lyrics

[Intro]
We tryna get this sh*t right now (Cio)
We tryna get this sh*t right now

[Chorus]
Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)
Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap (Ayy)
I put my team on the map (Ayy)
She wanna f*ck 'cause I rap (Ayy)
Goyard, I'ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered
n*ggas hate but know I brought a TEC
And he play with that gang and get put in the blender
These n*ggas don't know how I'm feelin' (Ayy)
Thank God every day that I'm livin'
We hit him up if he chirpin'
Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)
Lotta racks, I ain't focused on b*tches (Ayy)
Ain't tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)
Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken
And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and-

[Bridge]
We tryna get this sh*t right now, ooh-oh
He play with us, we lay 'em down, ooh-oh
One of sixteen, give me a pound, ooh-oh
Deep in that water, I'm won't drown, don't play around, ooh-oh
[Verse 1]
I just gon' drop 'em with my young n*gga, slaughter
I get 'em zipped up for some Dodie, ayy
I'm at the Forum, we ball like the Lakers
So these n*ggas callin' me Kobe, ayy
Got lotta green like I'm Yoshi, ayy
Can't talk 'cause you n*ggas the police, ayy
Team are gon' slide for a Rollie, ayy
In this corner, shoot shots like Ginobli, ayy
Freshest n*gga livin', b*tch, I'm flyin'
I gotta crime, murder the cat, it should be a crime
These n*ggas dyin' for speakin' on n*ggas where I reside
We gon' pull up with that fire
Better duck when them bullets start flyin'

[Chorus]
Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)
Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap (Ayy)
I put my team on the map (Ayy)
She wanna f*ck 'cause I rap (Ayy)
Goyard, I'ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered
n*ggas hate but know I brought a TEC
And he play with that gang and get put in the blender
These n*ggas don't know how I'm feelin' (Ayy)
Thank God every day that I'm livin'
We hit him up if he chirpin'
Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)
Lotta racks, I ain't focused on b*tches (Ayy)
Ain't tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)
Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken
And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and-
[Verse 2]
I been runnin' up money, a whole lotta diamonds on me
I been gettin' a bag
I just got the foreign, I let my lil partna drive it
Man, I hope he don't crash
Really been on my grind, now it's my time
I'm finna tee up on they ass
If we see 'em, we smash
Louis bag on my side, I'm securin' the cash
b*tch, I'm pressin' the gas
I know n*gga f*ck out in bin, bro
Lotta hoes wanna f*ck 'cause I'm Quincho
I'ma beat up the kitty like Kimbo
Backseat sippin' juice in the Benzo
Tryna gamble his life with a sinful
I'ma go get some money, then get mo
Bussin' down a whole hunnid with kin folks
Hit his string with some lead in my pencil

[Bridge]
We tryna get this sh*t right now, ooh-oh
He play with us, we lay 'em down, ooh-oh
One of sixteen, give me a pound, ooh-oh
Deep in that water, I'm won't drown, don't play around, ooh-oh

[Chorus]
Fifty K, all blues, no cap (Ayy)
Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap (Ayy)
I put my team on the map (Ayy)
She wanna f*ck 'cause I rap (Ayy)
Goyard, I'ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered
n*ggas hate but know I brought a TEC
And he play with that gang and get put in the blender
These n*ggas don't know how I'm feelin' (Ayy)
Thank God every day that I'm livin'
We hit him up if he chirpin'
Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (Ayy)
Lotta racks, I ain't focused on b*tches (Ayy)
Ain't tryna crash on the road to the riches (Ayy)
Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken
And I just snuck in the club with my Smith and-