Blues lyrics

[Intro: Wisdom]
Damn, Zyiroh(Damn, Zyiroh)
[?]
Sauce, yeah
Where the f*ck this n*gga come from?
Damn Glacier, this one finna' kill these n*ggas
He been takin' over and sh*t

[Chorus: Wisdom]
Like I'm from New Orleans, I stay wit' the blues
She say she in love wit' a G, well that's cool
I was just broke wit' no love and no food
Had to grab me a plate, start stackin' them blues
I was raised by my mom so I stay wit' that juice
Watch 'em flock to a pent' when I walk in the room
It ain't sh*t to a G, the way I move [?]
I don't f*ck wit' you pussies, I mean to be rude

[Verse 1: Wisdom]
On the scene we not leavin' no clues
Just a young lil' n*gga wit' nun' to lose
Just want the smoke and I air out the roof
Give a f*ck 'bout a hoe, let her top me to shoot up the deuce
I just hopped on the scene, I got somethin' to prove
Yeah, they say I'm the hardest young n*gga, that's true
But I'm hard in her throat when I'm inside the booth
She a fiend off the perc', but in love wit' the blues
b*tch I'm raw, uncut, an animal, straight out the zoo
I know them hoes watch how I move
Grew up in the trench, it was hard, it was cruel
So I go hard for my momma, she need her a coupe
Used to trap out the miles, it was sticks out the roof
'Lotta n*ggas turned left, had to tighten some screws
When I was down on my di*k, I made plays for the loot
They like, "Damn, how he made it?" b*tch, I came out the [?]
[Chorus: Wisdom]
Like I'm from New Orleans, I stay wit' the blues
She say she in love wit' a G, well that's cool
I was just broke wit' no love and no food
Had to grab me a plate, start stackin' them blues
I was raised by my mom so I stay wit' that juice
Watch 'em flock to a pent' when I walk in the room
It ain't sh*t to a G, the way I move [?]
I don't f*ck wit' you pussies, I mean to be rude

[Verse 2: PG RA & Enphamus]
Up the blick off the hip, I don't move when I shoot (What?)
I can't beef wit' them n*ggas, you lose when you snooze (Ayy, ayy)
He run up, I'ma give him the blues (Yuh)
They run back, play his ass in a tool (Ayy)
They could cap all they want, n*ggas know I'm the truth (Yuh)
All that gassin' him up got him slumped on the news (Slumped on the news)
And they patchin' him up
Play wit' P, and they baggin' him up (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
This a wrap for his ass, got 'em packin' him up (Yuh)
I'ma rapper that ride wit' the packs in the truck
You got you a sack? Let's get up (Get up)
He was hot, but he flopped, so it was what it was (Ayy)
I don't care if you Cuzz' or you Blood (You Blood?)
You a dub, you can't kick it wit' us (Uh-uh)
If you play on my top, then we sendin' him up (Sendin' him up)
I catch [?] off the block, so I'm quicker to bust (Yuh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Chorus: Wisdom & Reck Issuez]
Like I'm from New Orleans, I stay wit' the blues
She say she in love wit' a G, well that's cool
I was just broke wit' no love and no food
Had to grab me a plate, start stackin' them blues
I was raised by my mom so I stay wit' that juice
Watch 'em flock to a pent' when I walk in the room
It ain't sh*t to a G, the way I move [?]
I don't f*ck wit' you pussies, I mean to be rude (pus*y)

[Verse 3: Reck Issuez]
Ayy, I just be stackin' these blues, I'ont mean to be rude, that's just my slang
I got a yeeky into it, if n*ggas come slitherin' through, I'ma up my thang
b*tch, when I'm in the field we don't lose, they all in the booth throwin' up my gang
Catch him in traffic, he through, make sure we crashin' his coupe if he smut my name
I got more [?] than a [?], if n*ggas speak up on my gangsta', I'm steppin' fo'sho
I really did it before, seen n*ggas hid in the sto' and I'm lettin' it blow
I'm gettin' extra fo'sho, bet you this yeeky'll blow when I'm next to the Locs
Prolly' be kickin' the do', prolly' be breakin' a hoe, you ain't catchin' me broke

[Chorus: Wisdom & Enphamus]
Like I'm from New Orleans, I stay wit' the blues
She say she in love wit' a G, well that's cool
I was just broke wit' no love and no food
Had to grab me a plate, start stackin' them blues
I was raised by my mom so I stay wit' that juice
Watch 'em flock to a pent' when I walk in the room
It ain't sh*t to a G, the way I move [?] (Mafia)
I don't f*ck wit' you pussies, I mean to be rude
[Verse 4: Enphamus]
I need them clothes back, yo' fashion over
Huh, this ain't Fashion Nova
Park her ass right there like Rosa
At this sh*t, go more than Sosa
I don't need no Xanax, b*tch, I catch a body while I'm sober
She ain't seen my room yet 'cause she f*cked me right here on the sofa
Tellin' me, "Stay dangerous," danger should be stayin' me
I was payin' for reviews, now the label payin' me
I ain't f*ckin' wit' relations, get cut off for Bae'in me
So many P's in this b*tch, the scale thought it was weighin' me
I'ont need logic, b*tch, I ain't no engineer
I'm gladly delusional wit' pro-er tools, without the [?]
Poppin' on whoever the f*ck said I couldn't make it here
Shut up, b*tch, just save it, b*tch, I'm 90, ain't no David here

[Outro: Enphamus]
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