BlueDarters lyrics

[Intro]
WoodleyOnThaBeat
Uno got the streets goin crazy
Slayer
Awww forever strapped like strapped
n*gga better not play, 8 shots off to his trap
You know its tapped in, its [?] and then its up and off the map c'mon (Yuh)
We be servin' out your trap
We be poppin' in and poppin' out (K sh*t)
n*gga know we wet this sh*t up (They gotta pay sh*t)
Send him to the ER, we don't got no patience (he don't make it)
I'm tryna smoke up on this pack but they keep tryna weigh it

[Verse 1]
I could paralyze you with these words, n*gga that's that backtalk
Drop the coupe in sports and up the k and watch him back off
Your son got in the way, sh*t that's the reason he got mad sauce
All it take is one n*gga to fall and we gon latch on
Try to prevent this sh*t but all that rappin get him knocked off
I'm grippin on' this stick I know them n*ggas want me wiped off
I beat the block up in some Off-Whites
No I beat the block up in some low nikes
I'm with Rambezzy double O my n*gga don't type (at all)
You know the reason I FaceTime is cause we don't Skype
That other hoe give me face time I got her face right
Call me big glockneezy or lil G9
This a big 4 fever this a 45
Got a big boy heater on my right side
Say I fell off near where the cliff cause I might die
I might jump up off of the edge, do em like Mike
Forever strapped like strapped, he got nine lives
I might overdose on dope before they take mine
This lil baby on my jersey grizzly gang out
I got lil 8 wit me for real, he gon bang out
Oh G go ape with that steel, let it rang out
I want this pack but it's a hassle he don't hang out
Oh bout to drop a bag I love to stand over ya guy
Let's be real, I ain't pop them n*ggas out of town
They was speakin on my cousins sh*t was hella foul
Like [?] we gon run the play if out of bounds
b*tch I'm a man n*gga Imma stand behind my mouth
Whatev I say that what I mean when its coming out
Them n*ggas hatin' on me I'm the one who made the way
The reason they sh*t even getting views, the reason they gettin plays
Man let's keep that sh*t a blue, you been knew where I stay
Oh you thought you did? These n*ggas shoot [?] K's
I'm saying [?] as f*ck
Nervous and stuck
Put that on lil bukk
We tear sh*t up
If he speakin on that 9, then boy you testin all your luck
Last n*gga almost died a lame I gon speak on bruh
That pus*y ain't got no bodies like he all to himself
His b*tch got more bodies than him, cause she f*ck from here to there
I turn up and get savage show my aim and that's on him
To be real I wanna start rapping I'm back lil b*tch I'm him
n*gga why you got the rats off in your trap to get cheese
Swear to god I brought the racks back to the brick that's where she squeeze
Imma turn up in this ratchet for lil bukk cause he'll want it
n*gga know we face-to-face killas and grill our opponents
[?] Run up on me b*tch Imma dome him
He gon leave a pamper sh*tty how I left him on the corner
Imma talkin get his county this where he reside this where he sleep
Tryna run on up on G9 like he was tough and I was sweet
Turn this sh*tstorm to blood f*ck 'round and rob the whole street
That for thinking I'm a rapper cause my chains and diamond teeth
That hoe keep tryna touch my p*nis finna slap her where she wink (Yup)
And how I show that pus*y ass hoe can't see
I was born in blood what that mean? b*tch imma be
At the Florida hospital, quickest way to take [?]
I'll pop your granddad, Ion give a f*ck if he Hercules
I put it in her arteries, had her screamin you hurtin me
That boy got rushed to the ER he need some surgery
Ain't no breath in his body that's where he took his last breathe
b*tch I'm [?] f*ck the cops, tell the opps to murder me
I know he talkin like he is but that boy won't hurt a thing
Fin' go bust a [?] watch his backyard on the vinetrees
You know we bust your grave we spin ya top and let them eyes rain
n*gga reach for my jewelry come on I want you to snatch my chain
He bet' not touch a diamond I go to find he hollerin aw mane
I'm talkin face shots we scorin sh*t you know, ball game
I say we hit ya ass from deep like Steph Curry, long range
Lil b*tch I'm KD with the Warriors you know, two rings
That boy ain't shoot sh*t he lyin he gots, no aim
I spot two opps got em, donce
f*ck around throw dope when you see me n*gga that's a done case
How yo momma cryin them tears? All she can do pray
n*gga we carnivores we eat humans to this day
Them baby vultures want some rat, they label them n*ggas prey
But we might snitch them before them, you know like we in a race
I got some BlueDarters for real, shooters from APK
They don't know smoke for real bruh just listen I say
AFNF All Fam No Friends n*gga I dont do face
My shooter aimin' at your wig might just hit your toupee
Im stressin ain't no n*gga harder than me that's what I say
You ain't have sh*t harder than me n*gga I'm James (James Harden n*gga)
I got left off in that water had to doggy paddle back to safety
I f*cked around and brought my .43 this no .380
Born in 2000 you know we I'm part of new generation (2000's baby)
You know we wylin, you know once we up we get to sprayin
Hol on, why they flexin?
Why they actin like we never put sh*t on a stretcher
They know we wet sh*t up and leave them shells for the detectives
When I board my flight I got security, he wretched up
No way before I [?] so I bust my metal
f*cked around and gave them n*ggas time up on my schedule
No n*gga harder or lyrical than me or better
Since you know I gotta have confidence my [?] finna jetta
In that stolo VW Volkswag' with the beretta
n*ggas make fake IGs just to sell out and do all that extra
Told him to check [?] courts Bobby ain't my name ain't no tellin
All you’ll wanna see is Jacquavius Smith got charged with another felon
But we gon' speak on that another day bout bukk I go to heaven
You want some really n*gga? Get that sh*t done and Imma tell 'em
I'm in this four door car drivin this b*tch like it's a felon
You know we wreckless jits, robbin and poppin and then we dwellin
RIP