Uh Its Blurag, uh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(This is a Mori Exclusive)
Uh, let’s go
Rockstar how I stay with the bands
She just want me cuz I’m cool like a fan
I get the money then spend it again
That boy talk tough and we spinning again
First Class, hop a jet then I land
All white coupe or the all black benz
We heat him up yea we give him a tan
Im with the gang it’s just me and my friends
And I break bread with my brothers fasho
And we still running up the bag
He said he gon touch us we know that that’s cap
Dat boy say something and we split him in half
Stay with the paper likе I’m doing math
My diamonds wet like they just took a bath
Wе catch yo homie turn him to a pack
Stack up the money and stand on the racks
And I feel bad that you broke
But I won't apologize
You know that I’m real you can look in my eyes
Clark Kent we put him in disguise
Batman how we slide on the night
Talk tough on the gram now he up in the skies
If we send a hit you can kiss him goodbye
Im with the gang, yea Im with the guys
Hottest nigga from BR to New Orleans
Hop I’m the jag and I swurve on the corner
We got them masks we not catching corona
Look at my wrists you’d have think that its storming
I get the money the raise and bonus
City to city to city I’m touring
I get this money a young nigga focused
Back in the day I never would have been noticed
Stunt shots when I post on the gram
Post up with a rack in my hand
Obama the money boy yes we can
They screaming Blurag and I just walked in
Spent like 500 on a Blue FN
Glock on me boy no we can’t be friends
I Give ‘em a snippet they play it again
Give me a mic and a nigga go ham
I Get on the beat and I start going stupid
Yo bitch said she wanna link like Cuban
You got all them guns but you never gon use it
I kickback relax while I’m bumping my music
I showed him a clip, he can’t believe I made it
Black and White coupe boy I never been racist
Slide with a big bald head like the Matrix
Fans be telling me “Blurag the greatest”
I feel like Giannis I stay with the bucks
Dare a nigga to say sum and its up
Your money lean, my money buff
Smack the weight out a nigga if he talking tough
Smoking on roaches we puffin’ a beetle
Me and my niggas rock out like The Beatles
The gang come around and you know I’m gon’ feed ‘em
10k in the bank and yo ass got 0
Baby gon’ eat me up like a McGriddle
Malcom the money it’s stuck in the middle
My money big boy yo pockets is little
You niggas soft and y’all sweeter than skittles
Get on the beat and they like my delivery
I know that my haters gotta be sick of me
Stay with the sauce like I just came from Italy
Rocking the blue like I go to McKinley
Making a play like I’m playing for Liberty
I remember teachers tried to get rid of me
Im watching my money while watching my enemies
Stand on my money you cannot belittle me
I got the drip boy I got the juice
Got more rhymes than Dr Suess
I get the money it’s stuck in a loop
Clip longer than the neck of a goose
You can't out rap me
Cook on a rap beat
Blurag made double than what I made last week
You where the punks, and the scarys and rats be
Im where the illest, and drillas, and macs be
You said you got money boy please stop capping
Niggas be lying, niggas be acting
Off white clothes and I’m not talking khakis
She like Blurag can you give me a rack please
She know that I’m selfish, so why would she ask me
But I left that old hoe now I got a baddie
(This is a Mori Exclusive)
Uh, let’s go
Rockstar how I stay with the bands
She just want me cuz I’m cool like a fan
I get the money then spend it again
That boy talk tough and we spinning again
First Class, hop a jet then I land
All white coupe or the all black benz
We heat him up yea we give him a tan
Im with the gang it’s just me and my friends
And I break bread with my brothers fasho
And we still running up the bag
He said he gon touch us we know that that’s cap
Dat boy say something and we split him in half
Stay with the paper likе I’m doing math
My diamonds wet like they just took a bath
Wе catch yo homie turn him to a pack
Stack up the money and stand on the racks
And I feel bad that you broke
But I won't apologize
You know that I’m real you can look in my eyes
Clark Kent we put him in disguise
Batman how we slide on the night
Talk tough on the gram now he up in the skies
If we send a hit you can kiss him goodbye
Im with the gang, yea Im with the guys
Hottest nigga from BR to New Orleans
Hop I’m the jag and I swurve on the corner
We got them masks we not catching corona
Look at my wrists you’d have think that its storming
I get the money the raise and bonus
City to city to city I’m touring
I get this money a young nigga focused
Back in the day I never would have been noticed
Stunt shots when I post on the gram
Post up with a rack in my hand
Obama the money boy yes we can
They screaming Blurag and I just walked in
Spent like 500 on a Blue FN
Glock on me boy no we can’t be friends
I Give ‘em a snippet they play it again
Give me a mic and a nigga go ham
I Get on the beat and I start going stupid
Yo bitch said she wanna link like Cuban
You got all them guns but you never gon use it
I kickback relax while I’m bumping my music
I showed him a clip, he can’t believe I made it
Black and White coupe boy I never been racist
Slide with a big bald head like the Matrix
Fans be telling me “Blurag the greatest”
I feel like Giannis I stay with the bucks
Dare a nigga to say sum and its up
Your money lean, my money buff
Smack the weight out a nigga if he talking tough
Smoking on roaches we puffin’ a beetle
Me and my niggas rock out like The Beatles
The gang come around and you know I’m gon’ feed ‘em
10k in the bank and yo ass got 0
Baby gon’ eat me up like a McGriddle
Malcom the money it’s stuck in the middle
My money big boy yo pockets is little
You niggas soft and y’all sweeter than skittles
Get on the beat and they like my delivery
I know that my haters gotta be sick of me
Stay with the sauce like I just came from Italy
Rocking the blue like I go to McKinley
Making a play like I’m playing for Liberty
I remember teachers tried to get rid of me
Im watching my money while watching my enemies
Stand on my money you cannot belittle me
I got the drip boy I got the juice
Got more rhymes than Dr Suess
I get the money it’s stuck in a loop
Clip longer than the neck of a goose
You can't out rap me
Cook on a rap beat
Blurag made double than what I made last week
You where the punks, and the scarys and rats be
Im where the illest, and drillas, and macs be
You said you got money boy please stop capping
Niggas be lying, niggas be acting
Off white clothes and I’m not talking khakis
She like Blurag can you give me a rack please
She know that I’m selfish, so why would she ask me
But I left that old hoe now I got a baddie
( Blurag )
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