[Intro: BabyTron]

(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

Gang came a long way, what can I say?

(It's BlueStrip, baby)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

If you see me hopping on a flight, just know it's first class

(Huh, nah, for real, it don't matter where I'm going)

If see me hopping on a flight, just know it's pape' OT

Six of Quagy-agy, you can't tell the Faygo cream

I got fire plastic on me, I ain't pay no cheese

Why you at the light squealing? You can't race on E

(Shaking my motherfucking head)

Boy, I'ma leave you at the light

Smacked off a pint, Jesus Christ, I might crash tonight

Throw us in the Hall of Fame (Swish)

Half-court, full court, shit, I'm calling gang

Turn the blender on on any bitch 'cause they be all the same

Forty pointers in my Cartiers, thеse bitches cost a chain

I had to frost the framеs

Two Glockies, I'm just dual wielding

SBDSM, we need a few million

Tried to put a limit on us? They gon' need a new ceiling

Hit him with a green tip, it ain't no way that dude healing, huh

[Verse 2: TrDee]

It's gon' hurt you when you cannot get a hold of me

Why would I beef with you? You only known locally

He was talking real hard, we finna go and see

Need a ride or die that's even 'round if you low on E

Out in Cali riding 'round with the roof gone

In the room with six bitches like a group home

Fuck, I might just do the dash tryna get home

SBDSM, put it on my headstone

I can't trade teams, I understand how Dame feel

All she do is give it up, how do she got a brain still?

If we hit you with that blick, you cannot go and find S.H.I.E.L.D

Unc' a junkie, up at 2 AM pouring lines still

All you hear is "What the fuck is that?" when I'm passing by

If you ain't down to blow that bitch, man, pass the Glock

You saw your mans wide open but ain't pass the rock

Rich, bad bitch, only thing she like to do is shop

[Verse 3: StanWill]

Shopaholic up at Neiman's, had to hire bag draggers

If it ain't the Ksubis, I'm a Mike Amiri swag sagger

This a Hellkitty, that's a Scatty, boy, my ass faster

If you say the bag can make itself, you thinking ass backwards

You felt the rain drop and hit the crib, didn't you?

Mike Amiri denim, Christian Dior on my tennis shoe

Living life the fast way, ganger bending coupes

Closet like a ocean, getting dressed, I just be swimming through

Tron pouring syrup, ain't no flapjacks 'round

Caught his 392 and blew his Scat Pack down

Mister Fitted In The Booth, he rap capped out

I'm in my motherfucking duffy, put the backpacks down

Gang blow expensive eighths

Hunnid dollar meals and up, I got expensive taste

I just hopped up out a coupe, you got a Lyft today

Out in Nobu with my bitch, needed a getaway

[Outro: StanWill]

Yeah

(It's BlueStrip, baby)