Carolina Blue lyrics

[Intro]
(Tell No Heart I'm finna get in my f*ckin' mode)
Ayy

[Verse 1: BIGBABYGUCCI]
f*ck the judge, my n*ggas know I never told (I never tell)
Side b*tch do my laundry, I could never fold (I don't do that sh*t)
Stripper b*tch out in Miami always keep the pole (Ayy, thick b*tch, huh)
We doin' walk-downs, drive-by's, we don't care if we leave him cold (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: 10cellphones]
Just went with GUCCI, totin' sticks, no we can't trust a soul (Hell no)
I don't tote no Taurus, Five-seveN and we pull up four (Pull up)
All this street sh*t in my blood, I can't help it, it's just how I'm born (I can't help it)
This drug sh*t gettin' boring, I been up since yesterday morning (Goddamn)

[Verse 3: BIGBABYGUCCI]
I pull up with that sh*t, um (That sh*t, um), they know I'm important (Yeah)
My junkie, he got big bands, he buyin' dope like every morning (Ayy, ayy, man)
I'm layin' with a Baby 'K, they got me so scarred (So scarred)
This choppa paint a n*gga up and down, I turnt him to art (Hoo-rah)

[Verse 4: 10cellphones]
I had to call that lil' b*tch a Uber 'cause she got no car (No car)
Countin' racks in the kitchen man, it's crazy I was p*ss-poor (Cashin' out)
Now I f*ck around and spend a band in the shoe store (Oh, God)
Bathing Ape with Supreme and Dior, this from New York (New York)
Are you mad 'cause you down? f*ck n*gga, you should do more (Do more)
Put you up to ten-piece and I put that sh*t on, no heart (No heart)
Lil' b*tch say I'm funny, I am not no damn Kevin Hart (Hell no)
Lil' baby eat me up without a question, I'm a damn star (I'm a star)
[Verse 5: BIGBABYGUCCI]
Spent a rack on shoes, D-Dior, ain't no Ed Hardy (Yeah, yeah)
All these pus*y n*ggas be hangin' out, it's a fed party (Uh-huh, fed party)
Why these n*ggas be talkin' on this Rick? They still owe me money (Huh, yeah)
I'ma come down wit' a real accurate stick, ain't no point to running (Huh, yeah)
I'ma beat the block like Zaytoven
I do not say too much 'cause I still got some cases open (Shh)
Might poke her face, can't have no ties, I got that ace on me (Yeah)
I still remember when they tried to move that weight on me (Uh)
But I came back and got them Timbs then I stepped on 'em (Huh, yeah, I stepped on 'em)
5.56, it look like Jesus done wept on 'em (5.56, yeah)
Shooters encrypted, they like raccoons the way they crept on 'em
I got me a check, no, I'm not Quan but I'm lil' rich homie, ya dig? (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)