Yea
Look
What ya life like?
I come from
Meeting with the plug before night night
Cause you know they call me in the AM
Soon as the light strike
I can't hit that splee
If it ain't punching like it's fight night
Foreal
I hit the baddest bitches from the backside
Certified hustla til' the trap die
Red eye cat
The pussy wet like it's baptized
Project steps
In the flesh
I make the pet fly
For really though
Special beam canon for the issue
Bro like I'm Piccolo
I was wrapping work in the basement
This ain't rap city though
619 on me like I'm Rey Mysterio
I really had them O's in a bowl like some cereal
G.O.D the mafia
I send someone to pop at ya
Baddie want tilapia
I just want the sloppy stuff
I take head before I lay in bed
You now I gotta rush
I been on a paper chase
Lately I don't know how to love
Skyscraper sour hit a chop
Then put my dollars up
RX with the shit we push
My youngin' got that powder stuff
We gon' kick that door down
If we find out that you counting up
Ima take that walk right down the runway
Cause I'm fly as f*ck
G baby my baby
When I hit it she can't focus
Shoutout to my dog Eremo 23 he C Locin
Lately I been focused on my kills
I ain't been smokin
I been in the trap with all these packs
What you rollin?
My bitch say she love me
She gon' do the most
My homie said he with it
He gon' shoot to kill
I was out here grindin
All I know is gold
The people on me now
I don't know how to feel
My bitch say she love me
She gon' do the most
My homie said he with it
He gon' shoot to kill
I was out here grindin
All I know is gold
The people on me now
I don't know how to feel
Austin Sour - Blue Wind Lyrics
Austin Sour - Blue Wind Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Yea
Look
What ya life like?
I come from
Meeting with the plug before night night
Cause you know they call me in the AM
Soon as the light strike
I can't hit that splee
If it ain't punching like it's fight night
Foreal
I hit the baddest bitches from the backside
Certified hustla til' the trap die
Red eye cat
The pussy wet like it's baptized
Project steps
In the flesh
I make the pet fly
For really though
Special beam canon for the issue
Bro like I'm Piccolo
I was wrapping work in the basement
This ain't rap city though
619 on me like I'm Rey Mysterio
I really had them O's in a bowl like some cereal
G.O.D the mafia
I send someone to pop at ya
Baddie want tilapia
I just want the sloppy stuff
I take head before I lay in bed
You now I gotta rush
I been on a paper chase
Lately I don't know how to love
Skyscraper sour hit a chop
Then put my dollars up
RX with the shit we push
My youngin' got that powder stuff
We gon' kick that door down
If we find out that you counting up
Ima take that walk right down the runway
Cause I'm fly as f*ck
G baby my baby
When I hit it she can't focus
Shoutout to my dog Eremo 23 he C Locin
Lately I been focused on my kills
I ain't been smokin
I been in the trap with all these packs
What you rollin?
My bitch say she love me
She gon' do the most
My homie said he with it
He gon' shoot to kill
I was out here grindin
All I know is gold
The people on me now
I don't know how to feel
My bitch say she love me
She gon' do the most
My homie said he with it
He gon' shoot to kill
I was out here grindin
All I know is gold
The people on me now
I don't know how to feel
Look
What ya life like?
I come from
Meeting with the plug before night night
Cause you know they call me in the AM
Soon as the light strike
I can't hit that splee
If it ain't punching like it's fight night
Foreal
I hit the baddest bitches from the backside
Certified hustla til' the trap die
Red eye cat
The pussy wet like it's baptized
Project steps
In the flesh
I make the pet fly
For really though
Special beam canon for the issue
Bro like I'm Piccolo
I was wrapping work in the basement
This ain't rap city though
619 on me like I'm Rey Mysterio
I really had them O's in a bowl like some cereal
G.O.D the mafia
I send someone to pop at ya
Baddie want tilapia
I just want the sloppy stuff
I take head before I lay in bed
You now I gotta rush
I been on a paper chase
Lately I don't know how to love
Skyscraper sour hit a chop
Then put my dollars up
RX with the shit we push
My youngin' got that powder stuff
We gon' kick that door down
If we find out that you counting up
Ima take that walk right down the runway
Cause I'm fly as f*ck
G baby my baby
When I hit it she can't focus
Shoutout to my dog Eremo 23 he C Locin
Lately I been focused on my kills
I ain't been smokin
I been in the trap with all these packs
What you rollin?
My bitch say she love me
She gon' do the most
My homie said he with it
He gon' shoot to kill
I was out here grindin
All I know is gold
The people on me now
I don't know how to feel
My bitch say she love me
She gon' do the most
My homie said he with it
He gon' shoot to kill
I was out here grindin
All I know is gold
The people on me now
I don't know how to feel
Writer: Armando Quinones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid