"Curtis Granderson" lyrics

Blue Strip on the beat, not ass grease
Ayy, Shitty Boys
Oh, it's Blue Strip, baby
Yeah

Why you acting like a kingpin moving minimal weight?
Why you acting like a scam got working minimum wage?
You the type to get stuck on a mission for days
Had to kick him out the trap, he was sniffing the plates
Out in that field, my sneeze cost a Curtis Granderson
Fly the TRX while the troopers swerving after it
He signed a 360, shit, I heard he mastered it
Was 'round some broke hoes, now I'm on the search for allergies

All he do is purp, I call him activist
Wala kazam, take a brick and do a magic trick
I have a crackhead whacking for a bag of chips
I don't really want shit for Christmas but a pack of bricks
Spending racks on Rick, y'all a pack of shrimp
I was chilling pre-pause, but I'm back on tip
That bitch back on dick
I ain't gay, keeping fits, I attack the drip
Better not tag your bitch

In store, I got the apple juice, Martinelli
Ground and air transportation in the car with heavy
Tryna be like Lil Xan and hit his bar with Fetti
McLaren maniac, won't never see me start a Chevy
Dodge Daredevil, you won't catch me flying Ford
T-Rex versus Raptor, it's the battle of the dinosaurs
Came from the laundromat to thumbing on the iron board
You ain't never ran a check up, like what you tired for?

My young bulls gon' go a long way, Final Four
What you gotta know is I ain't nowhere near my final form
He might as well have died, the bullets hit his spinal cord
Yeah, I got a whole fucking lot, but got my mind on more
Hey, you can call me Storm, how I fly with torque
He entered, then I hit the door, I don't vibe with dorks
Leave him in the woods in his kit, he a diamond cork
Why you on your bitch scalp? She only came to ride a horse

Don't make it rain up in the strip to where you can't even find the floor
I'ma end up in court before I find remorse
Gon' go out like Marlo, make him buy my source
Lil Whoopi overused her head, I can't find my shorts
The way I show my watches off, you'd think I'm Shador
I know you looking in the mirror thinking I'm a corn
Knew that I'd be a legend since the day I was born
It don't matter what's going on, just know I record

To think this shit stop, that'd be idiotic
I know it's Kid Moist, and I used to rock the silly Robbie
How ironic that I drive the fast shit like Jimmy Johns
Lil Fuzz don't want no old Glock, he out switchy shopping
You ain't a bully, boy, I'm too school, Jimmy Hopkins
I'm underneath them stage lights, came from Get Me Popping
9 AM, just meet me at the set, let's see who really shopping
It's a good day when the grill open and Wimmy on it

It's a great day when them jugs push through
We got the block so deep, I bet the hood push through
Hoes drinking Dyne Dyne, we got good woods too
You might got a little sauce, but we got cookbooks too
Ayy, all that fake fighting demons, you's a good dude?
Stepping out the gang's way, boy, you made a good move
I'll buy a crack house, six months, it look new
Gang back to back in ghosts, we'll leave the hood spooked
Shitty Boys

I'll take any motherfucker's money if he giving it away!

Oh, it's Blue Strip, baby