Jay Shades - Out Da Blue

Straight out the blue
Word to homie if you aim you better shoot
Bitch nigga
I was never competition to you niggas
She spent time with me
Forgetting you
Knowing damn well that you miss her
You a bad jawn like a blister
Make me slap you with this pistol
Shit go bam, bam, now you crippled
Call me pan man cause I sizzle
We rolled up like a swisher
Four Ks we ain't missing
Know the forte is we hit 'em
Get the picture ain't no clipping
Got a little bad bitch and she stripping
She don't got panties on yeah they missing
That long stoke have her twitching
She can't talk like she glitching
We big Owes, niggas cripping
Every move I make stupendous
Shape this New Era like a fitted
Make him backflip like a gymnast
Hit the ground hard, need stitches
Shut 'em down Like he a business
You+ sweet like milk and cookies, Christmas
You stay trying to cuff these bitches
Watch me exit out the entrance
I'm a Supa Viln menace
Got me mixing gas like chemists
Cookie strong, I need a minute
Don't ask me what Im sipping
In the back seat and she gripping
Trying to suck me till I finish
Wash my sheets and do my dishes
Beat her back she under attack
We wake up all the tenants
I don't want it less, It's paid in full
You settle for a rented, uh
Shot of E and J got me okay I keep on grinning, yeah
Label on the rise, it's no surprise we keep on winning
Watch me switch the mood
Watch me switch the flow yeah
All My niggas gang all we do is rep the Owe
Huh Whoah
Watch me hit a groove let these bitches know
Word to Yxng Skxng
I hit it from the back and watch me go
I'm cold as snow
I bump his skull up off the wall like he a 808, yeah
I be up before the sun like this shit G.M.A., Huh
I'm on my fuck it it's whatever, I got work today
Come back home just to bone, i'ma work her face
Lavar ball we on big baller shit, yeah
She showed up on my block and ain't never call the bitch
I come with everything she needs like her a starter kit
I don't wanna sign no deal none of your artists go this hard for shit
Fuck nigga we lifted
Choppa flip you niggas slipping
Im off four blunts
Keep hitting the bong but losing vision
Ya know what
I'm hot as fucking food from out the kitchen
Brain damaging my listeners with the frequency I dish shit
Supa Supa Viln
I'm above theses niggas God complex
Ima fucking pull a hammy knowing how I flex
I been standing in this line it's bout time I'm next
I don't waste time when I'm not in the lab i'm round the cet
I lost my-I lost my mind and Ain't find it yet
I'm sky diving lost the time that's how high I get
I got shawty all groggy off wine and shit
Tryna climb my dick ayo what time is it
Told her SUPA VILN SUPA VILN
We told you before
She was dancing we was just chilling
You stay in the car and we stay in the building
I hit like cigars leave a stain in her fillings
Get nut on her bra give a fuck bout her feelings
She show us her titties and end up in cities, nigga, yee
You too tuned out to tune in, yeah
You ain't gon be satisfied till I pull up
In a blue Benz with a bad bitch
And her two friends with the cool rims
Where the wheels spin, like hot wheels cars
A Supa star, leave a group in awe
Leave a message after the oops
Wrong number called
Ain't no telling who's involved
Turn lil shawty on like a faucet, shit Niagara Falls
Niggas jack into a brick bitch nigga pass the ball
Send in 6Owe Shots turn this shit to carnival
It's a mission bitch I grind all the time
You won't catch me ever slipping
Cause I ride with the mob
Shawty gripping on my pistol
Told her fire, baby fire
We was down bad smoking I'd put 5 on a dime
I survived nigga
Fuck nigga we lifted
Choppa flip you niggas slipping
I'm off four blunts
Keep hitting the bong but losing vision
Yo you know what
I'm hot as fucking food from out the kitchen
Brain damaging my listeners with the frequency I dish shit
It's a Mission
Supa Viln
GMT straight out the blue
Yo yo

Written by:
Jamesdavid Hill

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