Monsters & Mobsters lyrics

[Intro]
Unky stressed, he'll kill you— hmm
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Unky stressed
Huh

[Verse]
Unky stressed, he'll pop your top for a pack of cigs
I don't do it in the booth, but might have bought a cap from Lids
Before the rap, I had to go and run it up off of smacking BINs
.223s to a six pack, they gon' crack his ribs
Ain't no joy on this road, this ain't exit nine
Buffs four thousand, been a while since I exercised
Fit five thousand, I'll leave a b*tch mesmerized
Hopped out with that TEC in my tech, left them petrified
Ski mask and Glockies, I'll send them robbers on a mission
Used to be the ramen, now it's only lobster in my kitchen
Late night, I'll send the monsters out to get him
This a boss meeting, I'm with mobsters in the trenches
Four of Wocky, fell asleep and woke up to a new dub
Yeah, I seen you in the club, you should have threw somethin'
Unky on the block with some white, look like some new ones
Truck driver, ride 'round this b*tch with a few tons
Three-five, one-seven, need some new lungs
Talking 'bout I'm broke, b*tch, is you dumb?
Shooter on a kill streak, might f*ck around and nuke somethin'
Spent the whole night counting hundreds, I got blue thumbs
Huh, I be riding thinking
Should I drop the Rollie or hit Hutch and diamond link it?
Trackhawky or I might be riding Demon
Left Somerset, I couldn't find my size in Neiman's
28 Amiri, size 42 Balenciaga
Unky in the kitchen with some— putting fetty on 'em
Think he got that sh*t from my granny, she be Betty Crock-ing
Huh, and if it's beef, sh*t, I bet we squash it
I ain't using' hands, I'm using bullets, better use your legs
Fell asleep, I was threw off red (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
Thought that he was buff, now his Cartis got the blew off lens
Unc' retired thirties, he just in this b*tch blew off tens
f*ck, I'll blow a ten, you can't blow a ten
"BabyTron, wanna see the mega?" Come on, throw it then
Trip to Tokyo, I'm 'round this b*tch blowing Yen
Plug did you bold than a b*tch, you out here blowing stems?
By 2023, I bet you that I'll blow a M
Talking 'bout you up a hundred ball, come on, show it then
SMH, you can't show me ten
Telling fairy tales like, sh*t, man, you hoed me when?
LMAO, LOL, you a cornball
Let me catch you riding widebody, shoot the doors off
Live in GTA, I hop up in this b*tch and floor off
Off a six of Wockiana, we can have a snore off
I been hot since Bobby Shmurda dropped that one song
Blunt strong, I just f*cked around and did my lungs wrong
Load up, yup, yup, I'm finna get my punch on
All three on the charm, I couldn't just do one tone
sh*t talker, drip walker, I'm the definition
SB, DSM, beef with us ain't the best decision
Even with the lights off, b*tch, the necklace glisten
Fully out the sunroof, lil' bro reckless with it
I might push the pedal to the floor, I'm tryna get home
In a two-three, but I'm with shooters, better switch zones
Mike Amiris f*cked around and got they Crip on
Slam-dunk champ, f*ck around and leave the rim gone
Step back, James Harden, get my swish on
Hit my b*tch for six rounds straight and now my strength gone
Face card hotter than a f*ck, I can't ride fishbowl
Backdoor season, b*tch, I specialize in tiptoes
[Outro]
Hey, sh*ttyboyz, what up, BlueStrip?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
(Ahahahaha-ahahahahahaha)