Gil - Blu Ray Lyrics

We've been making them waves
Them waves
Yeah
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, yeah, yeah
Aye
I can make your bitch dance
No hands
I be making them bands
No trends, just friends
They be making no sense, what's next?
Pull up in a Benz, clean flex, just 10s
I be going in the scene like Blu Ray
Got some cake for dessert, no souffle
Got the full package like a bouquet
Bitch get off my bus, you're too late
Too late, yuh
Let me show you real art, Picasso
Let me get el gato
Go the sauce, El Paso
Shorty got the obsession
Give me space, Apollo
Baby wants some ice, so we're going north, Toronto, woah
Now I'm winning, guess you never know
Now she see me and little baby wanna get involved
Hating ass, irrelevant, deep inside my element
Skipped a stage, Charmander to Charizard
Bitch I've evolved
Fuck up the commas, I fuck up the checks
I'm gone fuck with the bitch of whoever fucks with me next
She's still thinking about me, yeah she still wanna sext
Don't you talk about my future, don't talk about my past
Head on the swivel (head on the swivel)
Take you off dribble (take you off dribble)
Taking the steps (taking the steps)
Don't need a pivot (don't need a pivot)
Get out my spot (get out my spot)
Homie I'm hot (homie I'm hot, hot, hot)
Catch me doing donuts in the parking lot
Hottest motherfucker like the sun
Bum bum bidi bum bum bum
Got the city going dumb, dumb, dumb
Making hits like a drum, drum, drum
Tongue tied like they boozed off the rum, rum, rum
Dripped down, got ice, holy water
20 bitches on my plane, need spice for the summer
Tell me why we got to hate on each other undercover
Tell me why we got to step on top of one another
It's a team game
Problem is you know nothing about team play
All these wannabe motherfuckers been lame
Then you got me, still the real me
Bitch I'ma stay the same
I can make your bitch dance
No hands
I be making them bands
No trends, just friends
They be making no sense, what's next?
Pull up in a Benz, clean flex, just 10s
I be going in the scene like Blu Ray
Got some cake for dessert, no souffle
Got the full package like a bouquet
Bitch get off my bus, you're too late
Too late, yuh

We've been making them waves
Them waves
Yeah
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, yeah, yeah
Aye
I can make your bitch dance
No hands
I be making them bands
No trends, just friends
They be making no sense, what's next?
Pull up in a Benz, clean flex, just 10s
I be going in the scene like Blu Ray
Got some cake for dessert, no souffle
Got the full package like a bouquet
Bitch get off my bus, you're too late
Too late, yuh
Let me show you real art, Picasso
Let me get el gato
Go the sauce, El Paso
Shorty got the obsession
Give me space, Apollo
Baby wants some ice, so we're going north, Toronto, woah
Now I'm winning, guess you never know
Now she see me and little baby wanna get involved
Hating ass, irrelevant, deep inside my element
Skipped a stage, Charmander to Charizard
Bitch I've evolved
Fuck up the commas, I fuck up the checks
I'm gone fuck with the bitch of whoever fucks with me next
She's still thinking about me, yeah she still wanna sext
Don't you talk about my future, don't talk about my past
Head on the swivel (head on the swivel)
Take you off dribble (take you off dribble)
Taking the steps (taking the steps)
Don't need a pivot (don't need a pivot)
Get out my spot (get out my spot)
Homie I'm hot (homie I'm hot, hot, hot)
Catch me doing donuts in the parking lot
Hottest motherfucker like the sun
Bum bum bidi bum bum bum
Got the city going dumb, dumb, dumb
Making hits like a drum, drum, drum
Tongue tied like they boozed off the rum, rum, rum
Dripped down, got ice, holy water
20 bitches on my plane, need spice for the summer
Tell me why we got to hate on each other undercover
Tell me why we got to step on top of one another
It's a team game
Problem is you know nothing about team play
All these wannabe motherfuckers been lame
Then you got me, still the real me
Bitch I'ma stay the same
I can make your bitch dance
No hands
I be making them bands
No trends, just friends
They be making no sense, what's next?
Pull up in a Benz, clean flex, just 10s
I be going in the scene like Blu Ray
Got some cake for dessert, no souffle
Got the full package like a bouquet
Bitch get off my bus, you're too late
Too late, yuh