Blue Star ft. Pat Ron Lyrics

Uh, stop playin', I get it, I'm still with it

Got faded last night and I still feel it

I don't fuck with the clubs I'm here with it

I don't beg for the love I still get it

Tweetin' all in her feelings, we heal different

I don't need her I'm cool, be real nigga

Keep rollin' like a coupe, D.Ville, nigga

All I need is Moody to shoot this film nigga

And I'm with Pat Ron,

Trash bag full but it ain't from the lawn

Man, hold up, got money on the line

Said I want a new bitch and I made her go blonde

Don't waste my time,

Nigga be quiet I'm speakin' my mind

Can't get yours with your eyes on mine

Ninety-five with it on 35

Uh, yeah started out with that pad and that pencil

Meditation did good for my mental

Cold world put my heart in an igloo

Ayy man, I ain't know we had a issue

Be cool got a Donovan Mitchell

I don't wanna be short but I tend to

Them conversations I ain't into

I'ma cut through the fog with the headlights

Full moon, I'm a dog after midnight

All I got is my balls and my insight

In a lowkey spot, no invites

Eight Ball and G, still pimp-tyte

In the Triple D goin' after M's like the letter N

Tell me where to begin, and let's get right

Let's get right

Yeah, talkin' bout peace, might need it

Nine milly, I might need it

These niggas play so greasy

Birds-eye view, I seen it

Booked room at Four Seasons

Only time I take baggage

Gettin' this bread, what's happenin'

Talkin' bout peace, might need it

Nine milly, I might need it

These niggas play so greasy

Birds-eye view, I seen it

Booked room at Four Seasons

Only time I take baggage

Gettin' this bread, what's happenin'

Once I start can't stop him

You'll never catch me joggin

But I got a 40 cal up in my joggers

Y'all niggas know when I get on the track I'ma pop my shit, cause I'm poppin'

We told these niggas shut up and rap these niggas still actin' like bloggers

Niggas still actin' like I ain't got braggin rights everything I touch get bodied

Y'all wasn't even ready for the flow switch I just turned a 16 to a homi'

Keep tellin' niggas don't try me and I gotta get the paper, origami

I heard Christ turned water into wine so I'm tryna turn this merch to a Audi

Talkin' bout pack I need it

40 cal, yeah, I got it

Four hoes at Four Seasons

Four blunts in my baggage

TSA ain't even much see it

Need more pack when I'm landing

Gas man always comin' through when I need him

Talkin' bout pack I need it

40 cal, yeah, I got it

Four hoes at Four Seasons

Four blunts in my baggage

TSA ain't even much see it

Need more pack when I'm landing

Gas man always comin' through when I need him

Yeah, talkin' bout peace, might need it

Nine milly, I might need it

These niggas play so greasy

Birds-eye view, I seen it

Booked room at Four Seasons

Only time I take baggage

Gettin' this bread, what's happenin'

Talkin' bout peace, might need it

Nine milly, I might need it

These niggas play so greasy

Birds-eye view, I seen it

Booked room at four seasons

Only time I take baggage

Gettin' this bread, what's happenin'