[Intro: TrDee]

What you know about—

What you know about—

(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)

[Verse 1: TrDee]

What you know about catchin' flights, touch down and shoppin'?

Think it's crazy that they only show you love when you poppin'

How much do you got? Don't give a fuck 'bout what you rockin'

Yeah, I used to be a window shopper, now I'm coppin'

[Verse 2: StanWill]

All these carats got my pendant jumpin' like a bunny rabbit

Workin' two-four-seven, bitch, I got a gettin' money habit

Guess her nigga hate my guts 'cause I be in her tummy active

If he say Militia broke, you know that dummy cappin'

[Verse 3: TrDee]

Your mans down bad, he need a revive

Purple jeans, I remember when it was the Levi's

Stop playin', bitch, I'm buzzin' like a beehive

He thought that his bitch was really loyal, but she rеplied

[Verse 4: StanWill]

Bitches shakin' booty, now the Sprintеr look like VLIVE

She gon' throw that pussy when I pull up in a feline

Huh, that's a kitty, we don't Nissan

Valid in the face, I'm still gon' hit the bitch from behind

[Verse 5: TrDee]

I ain't from Milwaukee, but love bucks, shout out Giannis

Chill day, couple blues on me, look like Sonic

Yeah, I heard him talk 'bout what he had, he ain't got it

Stuffed a Backwood, now I'm higher than a pilot

[Verse 6: StanWill]

All these hoes in the motherfuckin' whip, look like Santa's sleigh

Slidin' in the rental, poppin' opps out the Santa Fe

They ain't Mike Amiri, Ksubi, throw your pants away

First down or better every time I done ran a play

[Verse 7: TrDee]

Touch down in Cali, they treat me just like a Laker

You shouldn't be bored if you do not have no paper

Tagteam the beat, we like Kane and Undertaker

Let her run away, she thought I was finna chase her

[Verse 8: StanWill]

What's up in my coffee cup, shit, a Wockiana

Ain't no scrappin', bitch, Militia quick to give his body hollows

When I was crawlin', they ain't teach me how to waddle

He ain't got no motion, but he got some weed and got a bottle

[Verse 9: TrDee]

Bitch actin' brand new, you are not Mulatto

Let him run off, bet the Glocky fold him like a taco

Up early in the morning, I feel like Alonzo

Hand me a Slapwood, I don't smoke no fronto

[Verse 10: StanWill]

Mike Amiris twenty-nine

If I catch an opp, gon' shoot him twenty times

I'm a hundred, gotta know I'm always twenty fives

AR outta Call of Duty, it got twenty mods

[Verse 11: TrDee]

I'm a hundred, you know real recognize real

Know you tired of bein' broke, I know how it feel

Took the soul out a nigga, oh, you got skill

They like why you always workin'? I ain't got a mil'

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