Blue Velour

Alright, Alright yeah
One take for real i'm cutting this one
Straight up hey, Hey

I gave you props you gave me nothing
I was at the red light thinking Ima' rush it
Shorty be a thot and you know the butt big
But do I trust it aye, do I trust it

I'm posted up in that Blue Velour
Feel like I've been here before
I don't fuck with your old shit
Hate the new more don't do more
Don't do that young Fel gone hood rat
Bread in my bookbag since
Bringing these books back
And Ima' touch it don't look
Seen too much, I be shook
Take a shot of that uhh
Fuck with Trey cause he hood
Get the paper, that wood
She a virgin, I'm good
Trying to write my own story
Like some day, yeah some day
When the sky ain't so stormy
And the plane can leave the runway
Now everybody got it all wrong
I'm the one writin' these songs
We don't get along
If you in the green room
Takin' pics with your phone
Tryna' act like my mom
Seen the whole world, I ain't even 21
Still sip Don Perignon, wit' that strong, uh
Praise to my god and I'm gone

You gave me nothing
I was at the red light thinking Ima' rush it
Shorty be a thot and you know the butt big
But do I trust it aye, do I trust it