Too Many Blues

Lyrics

[Intro] Too many bands, let's start this bitch again I'm fuckin' on her bestie and her brand new friend (Hah) Pop a Perc', I'm really him I'm not the type of dude to go and follow trends (slayr, slayr) (Ayo, JC, what you on?) (Awakns) [Chorus] I got a mop on my side, this a big-body chopper We 'bout to turn him to grabba (Yeah) Red bottom shoes, feel like I just stepped out of the lava You on the 'Gram 'cause I shot ya I can be multiple choices, Kahoot (Woah) I feel like Sanji, I give him the boot And I'm sick of this bitch, achoo, achoo (Yeah) The chopper is aimin' at you Too many bands, let's start this bitch again I'm fuckin' on her bestie and her brand new friend (Hah) Pop a Perc', I'm rеally him I'm not the type of dude to go and follow trеnds Yeah, better crawl back in yo' den (Stupid) Chopper make him run a lap (Yeah) Not my friend, can't dap I cannot wait 'til I get this pay What's in my pocket? Huh, too many blues, too many blues, too many blues Too many blues, too many blues, too many blues, too many— (Hah) (Too many blues) Too many blues (Too many blues), too many blues (Too many blues) Too many blues (Too many blues), too many— (Hah) [Verse] Uh, bet ya the MAC will hurt I'm finna slide like Durk I'm finna put in that work Nigga tryn' press me, I'm gettin' alert (Wow) Ah, kumala Oh, yes, I do a lot That bitch is mad 'cause for her, I don't do a lot Look at my pockets, I only see blue a lot (Huh, okay) Ayy, too many guns, I don't need an assist Talk down on me, you'll get popped like a cyst Uh, look at my wrist (Yeah) Huh, look at my body, uh Diamonds, seventy-seven of 'em (Yeah) Yeah, walkin' in denim, fo' sho' (Yeah) Uh, this gun is never for show [Chorus] I got a mop on my side, this a big-body chopper We 'bout to turn him to grabba (Yeah) Red bottom shoes, feel like I just stepped out of the lava You on the 'Gram 'cause I shot ya I can be multiple choices, Kahoot (Woah) I feel like Sanji, I give him the boot And I'm sick of this bitch, achoo, achoo (Yeah) The chopper is aimin' at you Too many bands, let's start this bitch again I'm fuckin' on her bestie and her brand new friend (Hah) Pop a Perc', I'm really him I'm not the type of dude to go and follow trends Yeah, better crawl back in yo' den (Stupid) Chopper make him run a lap (Yeah) Not my friend, can't dap I cannot wait 'til I get this pay What's in my pocket? Huh, too many blues, too many blues, too many blues Too many blues, too many blues, too many blues, too many— (Hah) (Too many blues) Too many blues (Too many blues), too many blues (Too many blues) Too many blues (Too many blues), too many— (Hah)