Unky stressed, he′ll kill you- hmm

Unky stressed (ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)

Huh

Unky stressed, he′ll pop your top for a pack of cigs

I don't do it in the booth, but might have bought a cap from Lids

Before the rap, I had to go and run it up off of smacking BINs

.223s to a six-pack, they gon' crack his ribs

Ain′t no joy on this road, this ain′t exit nine

Buffs four thousand, been a while since I exercised

Fit five thousand, I'll leave a bitch mesmerized

Hopped out with that TEC in my tech, left them petrified

Ski mask and Glockies, I′ll send them robbers on a mission

Used to be the ramen, now it's only lobster in my kitchen

Late night, I′ll send the monsters out to get him

This a boss meeting, I'm with mobsters in the trenches

Four of Wocky, fell asleep and woke up to a new dub

Yeah, I seen you in the club, you should have threw something

Unky on the block with some white, look like some new ones

Truck driver, ride ′round this bitch with a few tons

Three-five, one-seven, need some new lungs

Talking 'bout I'm broke, bitch, is you dumb?

Shooter on a kill streak, might fuck around and nuke something

Spent the whole night counting hundreds, I got blue thumbs

Huh, I be riding thinking

Should I drop the Rollie or hit Hutch and diamond link it?

Trackhawky or I might be riding Demon

Left Somerset, I couldn′t find my size in Neiman′s

28 Amiri, size 42 Balenciaga

Unky in the kitchen with some-, putting fetty on 'em

Think he got that shit from my granny, she be Betty Crock-ing

Huh, and if it′s beef, shit, I bet we squash it

I ain't using hands, I′m using bullets, better use your legs

Fell asleep, I was threw off red

Thought that he was buff, now his Cartis got the blew off lens

Unc' retired thirties, he just in this bitch blew off tens

Fuck, I′ll blow a ten, you can't blow a ten

"BabyTron, wanna see the mega?" Come on, throw it then

Trip to Tokyo, I'm ′round this bitch blowing Yen

Plug did you bold than a bitch, you out here blowing stems?

By 2023, I bet you that I′ll blow a M

Talking 'bout you up a hundred ball, come on, show it then

SMH, you can′t show me ten

Telling fairy tales like, shit, man, you hoed me when?

LMAO, LOL, you a cornball

Let me catch you riding widebody, shoot the doors off

Live in GTA, I hop up in this bitch and floor off

Off a six of Wockiana, we can have a snore off

I been hot since Bobby Shmurda dropped that one song

Blunt strong, I just fucked around and did my lungs wrong

Load up, yup, yup, I'm finna get my punch on

All three on the charm, I couldn′t just do one tone

Shit talker, drip walker, I'm the definition

SB, DSM, beef with us ain′t the best decision

Even with the lights off, bitch, the necklace glisten

Fully out the sunroof, lil' bro reckless with it

I might push the pedal to the floor, I'm tryna get home

In a two-three, but I′m with shooters, better switch zones

Mike Amiris fucked around and got they Crip on

Slam-dunk champ, fuck around and leave the rim gone

Step back, James Harden, get my swish on

Hit my bitch for six rounds straight and now my strength gone

Face card hotter than a fuck, I can′t ride fishbowl

Backdoor season, bitch, I specialize in tiptoes

Hey, Shittyboyz, what up, BlueStrip?

Hey, hey, hey, hey (ahahahaha-ahahahahahaha)