All These Blues lyrics

[Chorus]
If I was worried bout that b*tch I would’ve been broke
11 hunnid in 11 hunnid what it’s hittin’ for
I prolly lost a couple b*tches off that intro
But I ain’t trippin, f*ck around and get like 6 more
All these blues on me n*ggas thought I was from 6-0 (All these blues on me)
I smoke klock in this b*tch feelin’ like big smoke (Feelin’ like big smoke)
n*ggas try to tell me turn it off that was a big joke (Big joke)
Yo b*tch wanna spend the night I told the b*tch no (I told the b*tch no)
[Verse 1]
I need some chips I’m finna geek up (I’m off this shroom n*gga)
Said you was gon do what to who, n*gga speak up
Broke n*ggas cryin’ bout the b*tch Ion give three f*cks (Won’t give three f*cks)
Brodie caught him at the drive-thru he is f*cked (You really caught that n*gga)
b*tches catch mе at the gas station, he is icy
RTA jeans, off whitе mixed with the Nike
Thirty thousand cash in this rental, I ain’t got no klock (I ain’t got no klock)
We needa turn this b*tch around I gotta make a stop (Turn this b*tch around)
Only catchin’ fades wit the homies, we ain’t finna box (We ain’t finna box n*gga)
My life’s a movie no red box
b*tch these Christian Louboutin no dead stock (No dead stock)
Put me a broke b*tch couldn’t get ahead nah
[Chorus]
If I was worried bout that b*tch I would’ve been broke
11 hunnid in 11 hunnid what it’s hittin’ for
I prolly lost a couple b*tches off that intro
But I ain’t trippin, f*ck around and get like 6 more
All these blues on me n*ggas thought I was from 6-0 (All these blues on me)
I smoke klock in this b*tch feelin’ like big smoke (Feelin’ like big smoke)
n*ggas try to tell me turn it off that was a big joke (Big joke)
Yo b*tch wanna spend the night I told the b*tch no (I told the b*tch no)
[Verse 2]
Ice off a lotta bracelets on my wrist (It’s finna freeze off)
Fresh off a lotta cheese I’m finna break out yo b*tch
My first dose wit the shrooms, baby eat this
Foreign loaves in the driveway, no cheese whips (Skrt)
Frenchies runnin’ round the crib got me mad as f*ck (Mad as f*ck)
Charged those lil puppies from the drop, n*gga add me up (n*gga add me up)
I could put a million in a mut n*ggas mad as f*ck (Why these n*ggas mad)
Her uncle hatin’ on this bag I gotta f*ck Vanessa
I could make the porn drive itself n*gga f*ck a tesla (f*ck a tesla)
Three years, two hunnid songs, bands in my f*ckin’ dresser (In my f*ckin’ dresser)
All I do is spend money when I get to stressin’ (When I get to stressin’)
n*gga do my dougie, hit the intersection
I made a hunnid racks already, time for tennis lessons
I ain’t even wanna rap today where’s my two bands (Where’s my two bands)
n*ggas out here really ain’t your mans I can name two friends
And I cut the b*tch off over a few bands (Over a few bands)
[Chorus]
If I was worried bout that b*tch I would’ve been broke
11 hunnid in 11 hunnid what it’s hittin’ for
I prolly lost a couple b*tches off that intro
But I ain’t trippin, f*ck around and get like 6 more
All these blues on me n*ggas thought I was from 6-0 (All these blues on me)
I smoke klock in this b*tch feelin’ like big smoke (Feelin’ like big smoke)
n*ggas try to tell me turn it off that was a big joke (Big joke)
Yo b*tch wanna spend the night I told the b*tch no (I told the b*tch no)
[Outro]
I need some shrooms I’m finna geek up
Said you was gon do what to who, n*gga speak up
Stop cryin’ bout the b*tch Ion give three f*cks
Catch him at the gas station he is f*cked
n*gga he is icy
Off white mixed with the Nikes
I gotta make a stop
Catch him at the drive thru he is f*cked