Bino Rideaux and Blxst - Blueprint

Ayy
You know how we do it (hey)
Forty on the neck, a compliments should come included, yeah
Gang thick, poppin' out ruthless
I could do the coupe but that Suburban too exclusive, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Bitch, you better wear it if the shoe fits
I ran up a check and I'm too busy for your two cents, ayy (ooh, ooh, hey)
You the type to pop and never do shit, wait
I'm the type to give you niggas blueprints, yeah

Clearly we all knowin' who the truth is
Made a real track and field, runnin' out the blue strips, yeah
Really you ain't gotta introduce him
Boss shit, I could pull the string, no acoustic, yeah, yeah
We done finally got it out the trenches (yeah)
Top shit, see the rocks lit from a distance, yeah
Say she had the Evgle on her wishlist, yeah
She know that I go like I'm dismissed
You were never present when they slept on me (on me)
Told her that she better put respect on me (on me)
Better have a check when you check on me (on me)
The vibe priceless, like I won't accept no fee, don't sleep

Ayy
You know how we do it (hey)
Forty on the neck, a compliments should come included, yeah
Gang thick, poppin' out ruthless
I could do the coupe but that Suburban too exclusive, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Bitch, you better wear it if the shoe fits
I ran up a check and I'm too busy for your two cents, ayy (ooh, ooh, hey)
You the type to pop and never do shit, wait
I'm the type to give you niggas blueprints

I'm the type to give a nigga smoke
We was broke, now it's hundreds in the linen of the coat
Break a bitch down, break a hundred million with the bros
Hundred shots it's gon' light up like the ceilin' in the Rolls
One-hundred, you can feel it in his soul
Now it's chips, niggas act like I'm supposed to fill a nigga's bowl
Eliantte diamonds gettin' fitted in the gold
Bae, you funny, all that money, she tryna chose (shee)
Hmm, I pop off that Perc' so my eyes low
I've been pourin' up to deal with that hurt so I drive slow
I had grew up 'round the dealings and killings, I'm tryna grow
Powered up lately I'm feelin' it times four
Powered up lately I'm feelin' it times ten
You know how I like it, come do it like it again
You know how it go, can we do it like it again?
You know how, hmm
You know how we do it

Ayy
You know how we do it (hey)
Forty on the neck, a compliments should come included, yeah
Gang thick, poppin' out ruthless
I could do the coupe but that Suburban too exclusive, yeah (ooh, ooh)
Bitch, you better wear it if the shoe fits
I ran up a check and I'm too busy for your two cents, ayy (ooh, ooh, hey)
You the type to pop and never do shit, wait
I'm the type to give you niggas blueprints

Written by:
Brandon Rainey, Christopher Wilson, Darius George Wooten, Immanuel J. McMillian, Jared William Grace, Matthew Dean Burdette, Owen Barton

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