Aaron Judge lyrics

[Verse 1: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Lotta blues on me, I can't be without
Citibank jumpin', I got three accounts
Make the chef spend the night, we ain't eatin' out
f*ckin' b*tches with my b*tch, I ain't cheatin' now

[Verse 2: Jeeezy]
Get your card, I got everything I needed out (I'm cool)
f*ckin' hoes that these lame n*ggas dream about (b*tches lame)
I get in and start shootin' like I'm Eddie House (Eddie House)
Run up in your sh*t lootin' for the right amount (Right amount)
She want tequila to the face, f*ck a Miller Lite (f*ck a Miller Lite)
One like and I'ma f*ck a n*gga b*tch tonight (f*ck a n*gga b*tch)

[Verse 3: Cash Kidd]
Kidd ridin' big wheels, this ain't Fisher-Price (I am)
Nеw foreign push-to-start like I'm pickin' fights (Skrrt)
b*tch told me kick rocks, now my feet drippin' blood (Bleedin')
Shirt got еyes on it like the Wizard of (Fendi)
Somebody get me out this mall, damn near spent a dub
I only let her suck my di*k, how this b*tch in love? (b*tch, how?)
She like the way I'm drippin' sauce like some chicken nuggs
n*ggas sittin' on they ass like they in the tub
I got bored and scored with that steel, had a triple-dub
Lookin' for a dime to blow on me like I'm gettin' crud
[Verse 4: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Is you my b*tch? Is we together? None of the above (Nah)
Take a sip and transform like I'm Buddy Love (Buddy Love)
Hit his b*tch in eighth grade, he still hold a grudge (He still mad)
Gary Payton, I can't hit unless I got a glove (I need a glove)
Tax a n*gga for a verse, I ain't showin' love (Thirty bands)
Lot of pounds sittin' out, you can't get enough (Won't get enough)

[Verse 5: Jeeezy]
f*ckin' on this b*tch for years, she can't get enough (She can't get enough)
Eatin' with my foreign b*tch, got me tryin' stuff (f*ck is this?)
Thick, built b*tch, she my third-down back (Third down)
Put a cap by your name in my contacts (n*gga cap)
XD Springfield, that b*tch combat (That b*tch combat)
Which b*tch want me more? It's a contest (I don't know)
Your n*gga broke on the couch doin' job apps (n*gga broke)
Called my own number for the game, I'm Lamar Jack' (Lamar Jack')

[Verse 6: Cash Kidd]
Bobby Brown with the fraud, get your card cracked
We the new Bad Boy Pistons, b*tch, we all that (All schemin')
f*ck around, made 50K on accident
Said the right thing, she gave her purse to me, ain't ask the b*tch (Ain't even ask)
Met a plug in Arizona don't tax for sh*t
So when I say I'm learnin' AZ, it ain't the alphabet
Thirty on me, but in public, got a standard clip
Pocket rocket on me 'cause they pocket watchin' on me (Watchin')
n*ggas tellin' all these tales like Sonic right-hand homie (n*ggas cap)
Like a sweet sixteen, we snuck in, got in with that pony (Got in with that strap)
[Verse 7: Jeeezy]
Got a PS5 di*k, told my b*tch I need that Sony (PS5)
On the track doin' tricks in the 'Hawk like I'm Tony (Tony Hawk)
Aaron Donald, it take two or three b*tches just to hold me (You can't hold me)
Your b*tch finally let me hit, I said it's fire, said she told me (Yeah, it's fire)
Takin' pictures of me poured after pairin' off the potion
Your favorite rapper really trash in the booth, I had to coach him (n*gga weak)
I just landed up in Denver, yeah, they treat me like I'm Jokić
Fired on her baby daddy, I reacted off emotion (Fired on him)
Just walked her in the mansion, baby, where you wanna start first?

[Verse 8: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Blowers all around the crib like it's artwork (Blowers everywhere)
Chrome'd down, all this sh*t make my heart hurt (Chrome Heart)
She tryna suck it while I drive, let me park first (Damn, let me park)
Cash Kidd, I got pieces, bet they gon' work (Bet they work)
Everybody gettin' somethin', I'ma go first (I'ma go)
Gotta send this b*tch punchin' 'til her arms hurt (Yeah we punchin')
Got my b*tch a big bag, f*ck a coin purse (Big bag)
Dior didn't have that jacket, I think Prada should (Prada should)
You n*ggas sellin' food stamps, that is not a jugg (Not a jugg)
Big plays on Vermont like I'm Robert Woods (Like I'm Woody)
Hit his b*tch and run home like Aaron Judge (Aaron Judge)