NOLANBEROLLIN – BLU lyrics

[Hook: Lil Tracy]
My hunnid' blue, my hair blue I like to match, uh
Her ass look fake, I swear that booty is fat, yeah
Goin' hard in the paint, just like Shaq, uh
We on some mafia shit boy you can get wacked, uh
A hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid'
I got these niggas sad, they cryin' like they smellin' onions
I know I make these nigga sick, they might vomit
Fuck 'em, run it up
Fuck 'em, run it up

[Verse 1: Nolan]
My Uber driver talkin' to me 'bout some stocks
I'm sittin' here thinkin' 'bout a new Glock
I'm in L.A. thinkin' my next pill to pop
Glock Hi-Tech 'cause it make you drop
Yeah nigga never been to the six
Xans from the internet they come in bricks
Lego, I got block, Lego, I got brick
Ima pornstar, I shoot you wit' the dick
Half a Hydro, whole Hydro
Glock, it's a torch, red and burn, Pyro
Overdosin' mouth, foam no styro'
My niggas gorillas, I'm Baby Milo
If a nigga talkin' money that's where I go
If a nigga talkin' beans that's what I know
If a nigga talkin' money that's where I go
If a nigga talkin' beans that's all I know

[Hook: Lil Tracy]
My hunnid' blue, my hair blue I like to match, uh
Her ass look fake, I swear that booty is fat, yeah
Goin' hard in the paint, just like Shaq, uh
We on some mafia shit boy you can get wacked, uh
A hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid'
I got these niggas sad, they cryin' like they smellin' onions
I know I make these nigga sick, they might vomit
Fuck 'em, run it up
Fuck 'em, run it up

[Verse 2: Lil Tracy]
I'm with Big E slidin' in a Beamer truck
I got Keke Palmer money, boy run it up
Yeah, big rims on a truck
Yeah, I do my own stunts
Yeah, fuckin' that bitch who you want
Yeah, fuckin' that bitch who you want
MasterCard slidin' buying new shit
Every other day I got a new bitch
My hair blue, hunnid' dollar bill, blue strip
Yeah, porno shit, bussin' wit a dick
Tying up my shoes, run it up
You a ratchet ass bitch I don't wanna fuck
Yeah, uh, aye Beamer truck
Huh, what, yeah we pullin' up

[Hook: Lil Tracy]
My hunnid' blue, my hair blue I like to match, uh
Her ass look fake, I swear that booty is fat, yeah
Goin' hard in the paint, just like Shaq, uh
We on some mafia shit boy you can get wacked, uh
A hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid', hunnid'
I got these niggas sad, they cryin' like they smellin' onions
I know I make these nigga sick, they might vomit
Fuck 'em, run it up
Fuck 'em, run it up