[Intro: BabyTron]

(It's Bluestrip, baby)

Yeah, ha-ha

[Verse: BabyTron, StanWill & TrDee]

Yeah, okay, let me catch the beat

On a scam trip, won't stop till the quest complete

Blocky-ass blue Balenciagas, I got Tetris feet

Told the bitch suck my dick till the soul exit me

Caught a first class trip to Cali with a extra seat

She ain't gotta beat it, you can tell she really feeling me

Feel like Derrick Henry, made a thigh pad in Tennessee

Hoodie say "Friends", got a Glock for my enemies

Met a lil' bitch from the Saks, she on balls now

Walked in with the racks, could'vе bought the mall out

You ain't do no balling, you just probably took the ball out

Pull up to her crib to rеally only knock her walls out

Three-five after three-five, I might fall out

Walking in with a fake check, might have to jog out

Think I got a scam GPS, I took the fraud route

They gon' have to hopscotch his corpse, got him chalked out

Bitch told me she don't suck dick, I damn near walked out

Caught a play out in the A, I'm like a hawk now

I'm thinking 'bout how many jacks I caught, I done lost count

Off-White sneaks, scuff 'em once, they get tossed out

I ain't have shit, funny how it shit I talk now

Fuck yo lil' Scat, Dre Tracking, get it hawked down

Tryna dap me up like I forgot when they talk down

Number one rule with these hoes, you do not hound

Either punching in the booth or somewhere punching up a card

Bitch, I'm blowing real za, I'm floating up there with the stars

When you was little playing house, I was running in the yard

Think I popped a V pill, bitch, I'm coming twice as hard

Brodie on the block and he ain't nothing like a guard

Think I'm kinda weird, thumbing through it make me hard

Real life GTA, bust you jumping out the car

Yeah, you can use yo feet but you ain't running off that far

You might think he is but, nah, they ain't dripping sauce like ours

I'm in the wrong pocket at the strip, I got to tossing cards

You really let that nigga think he crazy? He ain't even hard

You are not a killer if you scared to end up with a charge

Off-Wheezy on the shirt made by Abloh

Getting top in the whip, top gone, my socks gone

All this Bitcoin, I could fuck around and stock broke

On the West gunslinging, shoot him out his poncho

[Outro: TrDee]

Shoot him out his poncho

Bitch, I got more cheese than a nacho

Yeah, like, yeah

Nigga, swear to