Lyrics: Shiroko Raccz
Music: Shiroko Raccz
Blues up run my blues up
Run my blues up
Run my blues up
Run my blues up
Run my blues up
If you talking money better make some sense hoe
What I put right in this cup cost twice your rent yea
If my bro down go half on a brick ya
Give a **** about the split ya
Kush for the fragrance
Buy your b***h a face lift
**** n***a hatin
You aint with the gang why the fck would I care about you
Drink some
Til I feel some
Ion feel nun
Said he wanna be some
Owe us we delete ya
Wanna run a million
Stack right to the ceiling
Why that nigga try to start some beef he civilian
Send that boy right to the sky
Bout my bread aint talking rye
N****s hate to see me rise
I aint come to play nice
21 I brought a knife
Way to quick to cut ya life
You aint with the gang why the **** would I care about you
Blues up run my blues up
Run my blues up
Run my blues up
Run my blues up
Run my blues up
If you talking money better make some sense hoe
What I put right in this cup cost twice your rent yea
If my bro down go half on a brick ya
Give a **** about the split ya
Kush for the fragrance
Buy your b***h a face lift
**** n***a hatin
You aint with the gang why the fck would I care about you