"McLaren's & Blickies" lyrics
Whoa, whoa, yeah (I love you, Ryo)
Gettin' this money, this my life
Huh, yah, she my type
Drac' in the seat, we ain't doin' no fightin'
Huh, yeah, I love money
Huh, uh, I love guns
Back in the Maybach, smokin' on drugs
I ain't stuntin' him, nah, he a peon
I think I love her throat more than her
Checkin' everything', them boys on my turf
I'm gettin' drunk and I lift up her skirt
I tried to love you but you rather be hurt
I poured the boy out and got blood on my shirt
She suck the dick so good I call her nerd, uh
Uh, I call her nerd, uh
They kill just like the purge, yeah
They gettin' drunk, they turnin' up
I'm showin' love when I go to the bluff
You ain't gang, I heard enough
I got Tris in this double cup
And I feel bad for gettin' locked up
I ain't mean to break hearts, man I feel like I'm stuck
Oh, yeah, is she gon' come with me?
Huh, know you comfort me, uh
I'm writin' letters, it's just to pass time
And now it feel weird just to hop on FaceTime
Huh, I ride with McLaren's & Blickies on tour
I think I'm fuckin' with you more and more
And I'm poppin' xans, they makin' me snore
I wouldn't change anything, yeah
Huh, I buy diamond rings
Huh, I buy custom chains
Come on, you know me and you not the same
That's yo' big homie?, I think that he lame
I never knew that I could hop on a plane
I pull out the Glock and I let the bitch bang
Racks comin' in, nigga, what do you think?
I'm ridin' in somethin', my gang with me
Huh, I'm pussy whipped, whoa, yeah, watch it drip, yah
After I nut then I dip, yah
Some of my partners, they crip, okay
I made it out the slums, I ain't talk to no Jake
And I'm blessin' my partners, I'm cuttin' that cake
Just got out and I ain't takin' no breaks
Fuck all his exotic cars, you know I think
I'm the one
I'm the one
I feel like, I feel like
One, oh
I'm the one
Whoa, takin' off like a rocket
Huh, and this money, it ain't make me out of pocket
She see the gang and she wanna come through
I'm fuckin' with her, and that's all 'cause of you
20 thousand dollars when I hopped out the booth
Pull on her friend, 'cause I think that she cute
Mobb shit, I come in my suit
Baccarat on and I'm pullin' a few
I'm spendin' fifteen hundred dollars on shoes
Can't cuff her, you know that she love on the crew
Huh, they ain't on nun', what's the move?
Huh, I think I fell in love with them blues
I dropped like a bomb, then blew up like a nuke
Exotic strands on me, and it smell, pee-ew
Ain't satisfied, I got a plaque on YouTube
Yeah, huh, I got all cash
Yeah, walked in, Goyard bag
Huh, walked in, MCM scarf
I put the hellcat in park
I was just tired of these exotic bars
I'm La Familia and I play my part
Stick in the pants, then jump out the Porsche
That boy ridin' in, I popped like a cork
They kill just like the purge, yeah
They gettin' drunk, they turnin' up
I'm showin' love when I go to the bluff
You ain't gang, I heard enough
I got Tris, in this double cup
And I feel bad for gettin' locked up
I ain't mean to break hearts, man I feel like I'm stuck
Oh, yeah, is she gon' come with me?
Huh, know you comfort me, uh
I'm writin' letters, It's just to pass time
And now it feel weird just to hop on FaceTime
Huh, I ride with McLaren's & Blickies on tour
I think I'm fuckin' with you more and more
And I'm poppin' xans, they makin' me snore
I wouldn't change anything, yeah
Gettin' this money, this my life
Huh, yah, she my type
Drac' in the seat, we ain't doin' no fightin'
Huh, yeah, I love money
Huh, uh, I love guns
Back in the Maybach, smokin' on drugs
I ain't stuntin' him, nah, he a peon
I think I love her throat more than her
Checkin' everything', them boys on my turf
I'm gettin' drunk and I lift up her skirt
I tried to love you but you rather be hurt
I poured the boy out and got blood on my shirt
She suck the dick so good I call her nerd, uh
Uh, I call her nerd, uh
They kill just like the purge, yeah
They gettin' drunk, they turnin' up
I'm showin' love when I go to the bluff
You ain't gang, I heard enough
I got Tris in this double cup
And I feel bad for gettin' locked up
I ain't mean to break hearts, man I feel like I'm stuck
Oh, yeah, is she gon' come with me?
Huh, know you comfort me, uh
I'm writin' letters, it's just to pass time
And now it feel weird just to hop on FaceTime
Huh, I ride with McLaren's & Blickies on tour
I think I'm fuckin' with you more and more
And I'm poppin' xans, they makin' me snore
I wouldn't change anything, yeah
Huh, I buy diamond rings
Huh, I buy custom chains
Come on, you know me and you not the same
That's yo' big homie?, I think that he lame
I never knew that I could hop on a plane
I pull out the Glock and I let the bitch bang
Racks comin' in, nigga, what do you think?
I'm ridin' in somethin', my gang with me
Huh, I'm pussy whipped, whoa, yeah, watch it drip, yah
After I nut then I dip, yah
Some of my partners, they crip, okay
I made it out the slums, I ain't talk to no Jake
And I'm blessin' my partners, I'm cuttin' that cake
Just got out and I ain't takin' no breaks
Fuck all his exotic cars, you know I think
I'm the one
I'm the one
I feel like, I feel like
One, oh
I'm the one
Whoa, takin' off like a rocket
Huh, and this money, it ain't make me out of pocket
She see the gang and she wanna come through
I'm fuckin' with her, and that's all 'cause of you
20 thousand dollars when I hopped out the booth
Pull on her friend, 'cause I think that she cute
Mobb shit, I come in my suit
Baccarat on and I'm pullin' a few
I'm spendin' fifteen hundred dollars on shoes
Can't cuff her, you know that she love on the crew
Huh, they ain't on nun', what's the move?
Huh, I think I fell in love with them blues
I dropped like a bomb, then blew up like a nuke
Exotic strands on me, and it smell, pee-ew
Ain't satisfied, I got a plaque on YouTube
Yeah, huh, I got all cash
Yeah, walked in, Goyard bag
Huh, walked in, MCM scarf
I put the hellcat in park
I was just tired of these exotic bars
I'm La Familia and I play my part
Stick in the pants, then jump out the Porsche
That boy ridin' in, I popped like a cork
They kill just like the purge, yeah
They gettin' drunk, they turnin' up
I'm showin' love when I go to the bluff
You ain't gang, I heard enough
I got Tris, in this double cup
And I feel bad for gettin' locked up
I ain't mean to break hearts, man I feel like I'm stuck
Oh, yeah, is she gon' come with me?
Huh, know you comfort me, uh
I'm writin' letters, It's just to pass time
And now it feel weird just to hop on FaceTime
Huh, I ride with McLaren's & Blickies on tour
I think I'm fuckin' with you more and more
And I'm poppin' xans, they makin' me snore
I wouldn't change anything, yeah
