Getaway

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] (Fuck the fire, we got grease) Gang came a long way, what can I say? (It's BlueStrip, baby) [Verse 1: BabyTron] If you see me hopping on a flight, just know it's first class (Huh, nah, for real, it don't matter where I'm going) If see me hopping on a flight, just know it's pape' OT Six of Quagy-agy, you can't tell the Faygo cream I got fire plastic on me, I ain't pay no cheese Why you at the light squealing? You can't race on E (Shaking my motherfucking head) Boy, I'ma leave you at the light Smacked off a pint, Jesus Christ, I might crash tonight Throw us in the Hall of Fame (Swish) Half-court, full court, shit, I'm calling gang Turn the blender on on any bitch 'cause they be all the same Forty pointers in my Cartiers, thеse bitches cost a chain I had to frost the framеs Two Glockies, I'm just dual wielding SBDSM, we need a few million Tried to put a limit on us? They gon' need a new ceiling Hit him with a green tip, it ain't no way that dude healing, huh [Verse 2: TrDee] It's gon' hurt you when you cannot get a hold of me Why would I beef with you? You only known locally He was talking real hard, we finna go and see Need a ride or die that's even 'round if you low on E Out in Cali riding 'round with the roof gone In the room with six bitches like a group home Fuck, I might just do the dash tryna get home SBDSM, put it on my headstone I can't trade teams, I understand how Dame feel All she do is give it up, how do she got a brain still? If we hit you with that blick, you cannot go and find S.H.I.E.L.D Unc' a junkie, up at 2 AM pouring lines still All you hear is "What the fuck is that?" when I'm passing by If you ain't down to blow that bitch, man, pass the Glock You saw your mans wide open but ain't pass the rock Rich, bad bitch, only thing she like to do is shop [Verse 3: StanWill] Shopaholic up at Neiman's, had to hire bag draggers If it ain't the Ksubis, I'm a Mike Amiri swag sagger This a Hellkitty, that's a Scatty, boy, my ass faster If you say the bag can make itself, you thinking ass backwards You felt the rain drop and hit the crib, didn't you? Mike Amiri denim, Christian Dior on my tennis shoe Living life the fast way, ganger bending coupes Closet like a ocean, getting dressed, I just be swimming through Tron pouring syrup, ain't no flapjacks 'round Caught his 392 and blew his Scat Pack down Mister Fitted In The Booth, he rap capped out I'm in my motherfucking duffy, put the backpacks down Gang blow expensive eighths Hunnid dollar meals and up, I got expensive taste I just hopped up out a coupe, you got a Lyft today Out in Nobu with my bitch, needed a getaway [Outro: StanWill] Yeah (It's BlueStrip, baby)