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ASL MASH - Blues Lyrics



ASL MASH - Blues Lyrics




Got a Glock on my hip, ain't no safety
Got a model bitch wanna date me, huh
I'm a young nigga from the raq
Runnin' up a bag, now they tryna kill me, huh

I ain't really with the drill shit
But I'm rappin' on this bitch like a vet
I'm a singin' nigga from the rack
But I ain't never soft

I'm a pull up with a tech
I got two big chops on my side
Like the twins Mary-Kate and Ashley
And I walk up in this bitch fresh as hell

Now these bitches wanna get so nasty, huh
Hunnid sum shots in the sprinter
I don't f*ck with no niggas
Send bullets out bend em
If these pussy niggas try to disrespect me

I'ma hit his ass up and I film him
I'm schoolin' niggas
But I ain't really with the teaching shit
And i'm counting blues like a money counter
If he talkin' tough, we know how to find em

Then we box him up like a U-Haul
If you want some za, you know who to call
And I put that lil' bitch in the trance
When I show my money, then she doin' her dance

If you talkin' bout a feature, then you gotta pay the price
And I need to advance
If you cheatin', then I don't wanna know
I'm a real stepper and I'm up in the score

And the zaza got me tweakin', but on the low
If you run up on me, then you end on the floor
And I got a bag I put on your head
So my young niggas come and fill you with lead

F*cked that bitch on Sunday
Now she wanna come on Monday, huh
Choppa sparkin' like the 4th
I might have to just light him up

Had to change the flow up right quick
Cause you know I'm raw as f*ck
Can't wait till I get rich
So I pull up in that Bentley truck

Ooh, shit
Aye that's lil' Boogie
Had to get in my bag and I switch it up
Seen a bad bitch and I had to hit her up

She feelin' on my body while the Glock tucked
Freaky lil' bitch thought the gun was dick
And I trap all day cause I'm tryna get rich
Why you talkin' that rah-rah

You ain't on shit
Got a 5 star gang with a 5 star blitz
And I'm checkin' my DM's
These bitches on timing

And she tryna make me eat the pussy
I'm laughing
Talkin' bout you a killer, you lying
Got your pipe took, foenem was crying

Let me end this song off with a message
Don't ever say I ain't versatile
I'm a real raq baby, I don't f*ck with y'all
Then I say, f*ck it, so I'm finna ball

No auto shordy
On dman grave
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Got a Glock on my hip, ain't no safety
Got a model bitch wanna date me, huh
I'm a young nigga from the raq
Runnin' up a bag, now they tryna kill me, huh

I ain't really with the drill shit
But I'm rappin' on this bitch like a vet
I'm a singin' nigga from the rack
But I ain't never soft

I'm a pull up with a tech
I got two big chops on my side
Like the twins Mary-Kate and Ashley
And I walk up in this bitch fresh as hell

Now these bitches wanna get so nasty, huh
Hunnid sum shots in the sprinter
I don't f*ck with no niggas
Send bullets out bend em
If these pussy niggas try to disrespect me

I'ma hit his ass up and I film him
I'm schoolin' niggas
But I ain't really with the teaching shit
And i'm counting blues like a money counter
If he talkin' tough, we know how to find em

Then we box him up like a U-Haul
If you want some za, you know who to call
And I put that lil' bitch in the trance
When I show my money, then she doin' her dance

If you talkin' bout a feature, then you gotta pay the price
And I need to advance
If you cheatin', then I don't wanna know
I'm a real stepper and I'm up in the score

And the zaza got me tweakin', but on the low
If you run up on me, then you end on the floor
And I got a bag I put on your head
So my young niggas come and fill you with lead

F*cked that bitch on Sunday
Now she wanna come on Monday, huh
Choppa sparkin' like the 4th
I might have to just light him up

Had to change the flow up right quick
Cause you know I'm raw as f*ck
Can't wait till I get rich
So I pull up in that Bentley truck

Ooh, shit
Aye that's lil' Boogie
Had to get in my bag and I switch it up
Seen a bad bitch and I had to hit her up

She feelin' on my body while the Glock tucked
Freaky lil' bitch thought the gun was dick
And I trap all day cause I'm tryna get rich
Why you talkin' that rah-rah

You ain't on shit
Got a 5 star gang with a 5 star blitz
And I'm checkin' my DM's
These bitches on timing

And she tryna make me eat the pussy
I'm laughing
Talkin' bout you a killer, you lying
Got your pipe took, foenem was crying

Let me end this song off with a message
Don't ever say I ain't versatile
I'm a real raq baby, I don't f*ck with y'all
Then I say, f*ck it, so I'm finna ball

No auto shordy
On dman grave
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Writer: Mashari Barnes
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Performed By: ASL MASH
Language: English
Length: 1:33
Written by: Mashari Barnes
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