Reach Justice - St. Blues Lyrics

Fill up my cup when it rains and it's pourin'
Kill all the lights in the city in the mornin'
Yeah flying to Havana cloud 9 tonight
In the back of the Cati that's the vibe
Yeah go for the linen in the fashion yeah
We gon' really go out for the prize like that
PJ to the Benji
Ride out like that
We gon' find out like that
Freddie ride out or die yeah
Bando finna be a Getty for the grub
730 gonna be in for the chopped
Think i need rehab tonight
Prada gankin' for pride
We gon' do it for life yeah
Benzi finna bomb when we all of that
Shawty be a dime when I'm all of that
Slamming to the g-rap and that
Tryna find out like that
Finna ride out or die yeah
Gassed up and Boujee
We wu tang clan creaming
Been poppin' off in that limousine
Been poppin' off where heaven's been
Been poppin' off like a tommy gun
My homies finna be making some
Finna bet 50 on life or sum
We gon' ride or die tonight or sum
Man it ain't that
This gig don't last forever man
We popping champagne in PJ
JJ I ain't really rolling
Just a kid in his domain I'll see you in the morning
When it rains it pours although we blow the throw to the floor
It gon' rain to grow
No Vaseline we ride out with Versace yeah
Keep it 100 knowing that ain't gon' happen yeah
Ay saint blues we gon' ride or die
Now lemme feel myself
Real quick yeah buss it down
Ayyy
Bando finna be a Getty for the grub
730 gonna be in for the chopped
Think i need rehab tonight
Prada gankin' for pride
We gon' do it for life yeah
Benzi finna bomb when we all of that
Shawty be a dime when I'm all of that
Slamming to the g-rap and that
Tryna find out like that
Finna ride out or die yeah
I tried to tell you all
We ain't playin' again
Yeah
Let's go
Ay yo you know what
Lemme hear that old join right now
One two, one two
Alright yeah
Ite
That's what I'm talkin' about y'all
Yeah
Hey wait a sec we got a moth now in the closet baby
What a way to save another burner for a phone you hear me
I know you know we meant it metaphorically just maybe
To hold a grudge against the kind that bits me, feeds me, is me
No we got them folding calls
Holding daws
Overall
Don't give a damn about fashion clothing man for me it's overalls
Now I see them in the rain man you get to chasing
I'm such an asshole yeah bite me you could call me Satan

Fill up my cup when it rains and it's pourin'
Kill all the lights in the city in the mornin'
Yeah flying to Havana cloud 9 tonight
In the back of the Cati that's the vibe
Yeah go for the linen in the fashion yeah
We gon' really go out for the prize like that
PJ to the Benji
Ride out like that
We gon' find out like that
Freddie ride out or die yeah
Bando finna be a Getty for the grub
730 gonna be in for the chopped
Think i need rehab tonight
Prada gankin' for pride
We gon' do it for life yeah
Benzi finna bomb when we all of that
Shawty be a dime when I'm all of that
Slamming to the g-rap and that
Tryna find out like that
Finna ride out or die yeah
Gassed up and Boujee
We wu tang clan creaming
Been poppin' off in that limousine
Been poppin' off where heaven's been
Been poppin' off like a tommy gun
My homies finna be making some
Finna bet 50 on life or sum
We gon' ride or die tonight or sum
Man it ain't that
This gig don't last forever man
We popping champagne in PJ
JJ I ain't really rolling
Just a kid in his domain I'll see you in the morning
When it rains it pours although we blow the throw to the floor
It gon' rain to grow
No Vaseline we ride out with Versace yeah
Keep it 100 knowing that ain't gon' happen yeah
Ay saint blues we gon' ride or die
Now lemme feel myself
Real quick yeah buss it down
Ayyy
Bando finna be a Getty for the grub
730 gonna be in for the chopped
Think i need rehab tonight
Prada gankin' for pride
We gon' do it for life yeah
Benzi finna bomb when we all of that
Shawty be a dime when I'm all of that
Slamming to the g-rap and that
Tryna find out like that
Finna ride out or die yeah
I tried to tell you all
We ain't playin' again
Yeah
Let's go
Ay yo you know what
Lemme hear that old join right now
One two, one two
Alright yeah
Ite
That's what I'm talkin' about y'all
Yeah
Hey wait a sec we got a moth now in the closet baby
What a way to save another burner for a phone you hear me
I know you know we meant it metaphorically just maybe
To hold a grudge against the kind that bits me, feeds me, is me
No we got them folding calls
Holding daws
Overall
Don't give a damn about fashion clothing man for me it's overalls
Now I see them in the rain man you get to chasing
I'm such an asshole yeah bite me you could call me Satan