Chevy Rabz - The Blues Lyrics

Hey, Magik
What you done did?
My pistol sings the blues so don't worry if I'm trapping
I'll end up on the news if you into car jacking
Gone end up on a shirt mother f*ck what you stacking
Catch me on the block but you'll never catch me lacking
I'm praying to the lord let the muertos work the magic
My santos hold me down I cant lay down like a mattress
Brothers different mothers but we from the same fabric
And leave MAFFAM alone I'm a dummy into crashing
If you looking for wifey
I'll put you on una welta
In Florida City with Zoe
Just finished taking to Hector
Sak pase pale creole
You better leve my nigga
Catch me right off of lucy
We dread heads like them Rasta
All the niggas smoke jiggas
You don't want smoke with us partner
Everyone trying to make it
We ain't for fronting and flawging
If you flexing and talking
Them jackers aim at your noggin
And I pulled up to the valentine
Sent my bitch for a dutch
She trying to hang like my nuts
Make her speak tongues like in church
Where niggas crip like a crutch
And niggas red like a blood donor
There's lean, coke, trees and pills on the f*cking corner
Pull up to the block
All this gold in my mouth
Twisting fingers like ASL
Bitch I'm straight from the south
Snitches trash to the block
And we taking em out
While we trying to survive
They run they mouth for the clout
And I'm saying
My pistol sings the blues so don't worry if I'm trapping
I'll end up on the news if you into car jacking
Gone end up on a shirt mother f*ck what you stacking
Catch me on the block but you'll never catch me lacking
I'm praying to the lord let the muertos work the magic
My santos hold me down I cant lay down like a mattress
Brothers different mothers but we from the same fabric
And leave MAFFAM alone I'm a dummy into crashing
MAFFAM!