G Herbo ft. Future - Blues Lyrics

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Ayy

I'm a street nigga that got rich, I made curves off a brick
See a ho and hit the curve, what's the word? My name Swerve
Weed and crack I used to serve, not like rappers 'cause they nerds
My bitch snappin', need a purse, give her racks, she on my nerves
Get it back, I hit the stu', be in traffic with the crew (ayy)
Keep my savage in the coupe, two ratchets wit' us too
I'm in Saks, just spendin' sacks, got patent on my shoes
Ain't nothin' happenin' in the 'Raq, the Caddy bulletproof (ayy)
Drac' go hackin' 'em like Shaq (grrah), we whacked him 'cause he lacked (whacked)
Bad bitch all on my lap, speak Latin and she act
Beat and crashed it off the yak, took traction off the trap
Bein' broke, that shit was whack, I ain't never goin' back (bitch)

Blues stacked on blues (racks), money went in my veins (Pluto)
Chocolate face in the presidential, could've bought AP (Pluto)
Bust it down, got Rockstars, drug traffickin' Fentanyl (yeah)
Cookin' dope up with a mask on (mask), cold-hearted, I tax 'em (cold)
Swerve on 'em, just wept (swerve), give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo (lesbo)
Put a bag on your block though (block), cold stash to a mobile home (woah)
Burnt the cash off a mobile phone (runnin'), drive past and knock the doors down (skrrt)
Body bag, it takes a cold world (syrup), wax a nigga, costa nostra

Fifty thousand in a Burberry store (Burb'), gave it all to the savage (savage)
Tip toein' on the marble floor (tip), like a ballerina know she nasty (nasty)
I'm snatchin' models out in traffic (traffic), snipin' bitches like I'm sexy (sexy)
A freak bitch and she sassy (sassy), I just re'd up, G-wagon (wagon)
Put a meal ticket on the tragedy (woo), put gold veneers on my cavities (I got it)
I've been ballin' on 'em like an athlete (ball), gotta squeeze the clip for my integrity (uh)

AK's right next to me, the whole gang off ecstasy
Your ho's exchange with me sexually, lotta gold chains, blue checks with me
I'm a renegade, ain't no checkin' me, and everybody in the 'Raq know (know that)
I been fucked all the 'Raq hoes (phew), left the club in a black Rolls (ayy)
A nigga tweet, get blammed up, we done closed all the back doors
G-Wag' and a Lamb' truck, Swerv' already got those (bitch)

Blues stacked on blues (racks), money went in my veins (Pluto)
Chocolate face in the presidential, could've bought AP (Pluto)
Bust it down, got Rockstars, drug traffickin' Fentanyl (yeah)
Cookin' dope up with a mask on (mask), cold-hearted, I tax 'em (cold)
Swerve on 'em, just wept (swerve), give a bitch, who ain't a lesbo (lesbo)
Put a bag on your block though (block), cold stash to a mobile home (woah)
Burnt the cash off a mobile phone (runnin'), drive past and knock the doors down (skrrt)
Body bag, it takes a cold world (syrup), wax a nigga, costa nostra (costa nostra)