(feat. Da Boyz N Blue)



Ha, Blue Boyz on the rise ha

Blue Boyz on the rise ha

Blue Boyz on the rise, with a mission to see [x2]



[Killa Kal]

I know you see me at the do', I'm in a Coupe on dubs

You in the lot, trying to pop it your hoop on hubs

You and your group at the club, trying to shoot your slugs

You think a nigga won't box you, or shoot your mug

I just came here to party baby, drank and roam blocks

Get a thicky thick chick, and get a quick dome shot

Got a sick chrome glock, and it cough at niggaz

I came here to fuck with women, I talk to niggaz

I'm here often nigga (doing what), buying the bar

Getting crunk with my click, might be eyeing a star

I see white eyeing a bar, while I sip my Belve

Walked over (grabbed her hand), and with her lips she tells me

(get thoed) hell yeah boo, I'm one of the ones

So I pull her close to me, hands under her buns

But it's one thing about her, I just got to know

If she cutting tonight shorty, then I got to go



[Hook x2]

This for them ballas in the back of the club

Niggaz that don't know, how to act in the club

And them 600's, and the them 'Lacs at the club

Stay iced up, looking good in the club

Get fucked up, chunk up your hood in the club



[Sir Daily]

Now Daily pull up to the spot, at 12 o'clock on the dot

Looking for a chickenhead, bopper to bop

Twenty inches spinning slow, as I crawl in the lot

Gold diggers flag me down, trying to get me to stop

But oh no, a nigga recognized disguise

I looked past that thick ass, and them big ol' thighs

I'm A G, I peep game constantly

So tell me what the fuck, do you want from me

I'm at the bar, taking shots to the head

Trying to find a yellow bone, that give shots to the head

I see a fine looking dime, and she rocking some red

Spit a line and she mine, while she drop in my bed

It's guaranteed, to put a young bitch on her knees

Blue Boyz on the rise, with a mission to see

Slim Thug or Sir Daily, and my nigga Kyleon

We party all night, till six in the morn' ha



[Hook x2]



[Slim Thug]

I'm V.I.P., in the back of the club

Slim Thee, they call me the best dressed thug

Your misses trying to get a Boss, kisses and hugs

But your misses get nothing, but diss and mugs

I don't give dick to chicks, that give it up to scrubs

Trying to find the finest bitch, up in the club

Make her up that thing, get in her ear

And fill her up, with game

Ten times out of ten, I'ma cut that thang

Got the broad giving up the brain, like it ain't nothing mayn

I'm a P-I-M-P, simple to me

And talk hoes out they clothes, so easily

I rock platinum rings, platinum piece and platinum car

And I'm bout to be, a platinum star

V.I.P. by the bar, is where you'll see me staying

With the Roley on my wrist, and the Crys in hand man



[Hook x2]



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