Blue Strips Songtext
von Beeda Weeda

I been checkin′ all these blue strips, blue chips
Runnin' in and out of Ruth Chris, new shit
All my little niggas ruthless, never useless
He gon′ pull up with that broom stick, like ooh shit
I might hit her if your booty thick, my juice thick
By myself when I do shit, no crew shit
Went and made the bitch a new fit, she threw fit
Pretty hoes think they too lit, they useless
In the winter ridin' roofless, I'm too trip
Niggas talkin′ never do shit, they fu shit
Keep a pocket full of blue shit, you ain′t blew shit
I'm a motherfuckin′ nuisance, no truces
Actavis, I'm pourin′ deuces in different juices
You can catch me where the Uzi is, we shoot shit
Like ooh shit


Ooh shit, Diggy 'bout them blue strips
Ooh shit, nah them niggas ain′t gon' do shit
Fly nigga, gettin' money my to-do list
Who this? Probably pullin′ up with a new bitch
Bitch, better walk up on your arms if your legs hurt
Bitch, I′m a headache, I don't care if your head hurt
Bitch, you can′t get no dick, you gotta beg second
Why? 'Cause you ain′t know I want my check first, ugh

Slide with the weapon, use it for protection
Runnin' up a check when you see me flexin′
I be ridin' solo but I got it on my hip
I'm just countin′ blue strips then I get it out a bitch
Get it out a bitch, get it out a bitch
I be ridin′ solo but I got it on my hip
Got it on my hip, got it on my hip
Steady countin' blue strips, yeah, I get it out a bitch


You niggas mad over that bitch that I fucked, boy
That bitch been blowin′ me for 'bout a month
I left that bitch alone, dropped her off at the bus
Heard them niggas want my head, hit that lick, double up, bitch
Don′t hit my phone unless you tryna fuck
Everybody think they got it, I ain't rich but I′m up
How you fuckin' with a hammer but you keep that bitch tucked?
How you say that nigga lackin'? You the one that′s givin′ up, bitch
It's bangin′, I don't give two fucks
I′ll whip out for nothin', make the whole party duck, nigga
It′s bangin', I don't give two fucks
I′ll whip out for nothin′, make the whole party duck, nigga

I'm shittin′ on your nigga, I can tell he ain't ′bout it
He don't got a check so a nigga reroute it
I make her panties wet, nigga, somethin′ like a fountain
I don't want the sex, I want the money that she countin'
We rockin′ all these shows, I′ma make it, ain't no doubtin′
He doin' so much talkin′, we make bodies go flyin'
Potato ass niggas, when we spark, niggas fryin′
We them niggas, we them niggas, other niggas keep tryin'

Feel Texas nigga, I rock up and take aim
And you know I keep that on me '
Cause it′s dangerous where my gang hang
Copped a brand new .40 XD and a bullpup
I ain′t with that talkin' and snappin′, nigga, we bulls up
G-Locks send shots at them niggas like a pool stick
Choppa sendin' fireballs, brr, out that door kit
Ooh shit, me and my shooters, nigga, we do′s this
Came up out the R-15s with the cool kit

This the Mob God album
Ice flooded out like a goddamn fountain
We ain't with the shoutin′
Blue strips screamin' like you ridin' Magic Mountain
Before they tore it down, yeah, you know we get to outin′
Any sucka wanna speak on the Mob
Pillow talkin′ to a bitch, he must be ready to die
Keep the .40 by my side, never lack when we ride
Ah, ah, ah, why?

Nigga, them ain't real VV′s, you niggas shop at DD's
That nigga wearin′ Gucci but his pockets full of pennies
I could've been fucked, that bitch been givin′ freebies
I probably been drunk, I been sippin' on this Henny
Look, ass right, titties right, face the max
Shit, I'm just tryna see if I can hit from the back
Look, told that nigga, shit, if it′s up then it′s up though
He say he want some smoke, all he saw was some gun smoke

Slide with the weapon, use it for protection
Runnin' up a check when you see me flexin′
I be ridin' solo but I got it on my hip
I′m just countin' blue strips then I get it out a bitch
Get it out a bitch, get it out a bitch
I be ridin′ solo but I got it on my hip
Got it on my hip, got it on my hip
Steady countin' blue strips, yeah, I get it out a bitch