50 All Blues

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Right [Chorus] Nigga, I ain't goin' back broke, fuck I look like? Oh, you fucked up your last batch, I'll show you how it cook right Pussy, money, murder, I could write a whole book, right? Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it look like [Verse 1] Don't be drinkin' out that Sprite it got a tre in it Yeah, dissin' on my dead, you made your bed, you gotta lay in it Let's break the bed, let's make these neighbors know my name, I'm goin' Tre in it Took a honey pack, it's lit, you know I'm spendin' all day in it With a civilian 'round the guys and she ain't know, she just was sayin' shit Bitch, give me the opps, that boy an opp, don't just be playin' shit I green light him, I'm the one that be okayin' shit If he ain't mean what he said, why he sayin' shit? Yeah, all fall, all winter, all spring Man these niggas like my kids, niggas like my offsprings Niggas give me eyewitness, say they seen the whole thing Man, this Hollywood shit tricky, I'll tell you the whole thing I just was with a bitch, she did a line through her nose ring Got a button, you just tap it, it let off the whole thing The trap slow, I know these samples gon' make the phone ring If rap slow, I pick this phone up, go do my own thing [Chorus] Nigga, I ain't goin' back broke, fuck I look like? Oh, you fucked up your last batch, I'll show you how it cook right Pussy, money, murder, I could write a whole book, right? Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it look like Nigga, I ain't goin' back broke, fuck I look like? Oh, you fucked up your last batch, I'll show you how it cook right Pussy, money, murder, I could write a whole book, right? Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it look like [Interlude] Fifty, all blues I don't even need no counter or nothin', nigga, I might could run through this shit like fifteen minutes tops (Fifty, all blues) Niggas got me fucked up, this ain't my first time havin' this shit I'm draggin' on y'all niggas all year, you heard me? [Verse 2] I let it sneeze like, "Hachoo," got bitches on the block too She like, "Them other niggas cool, boo, but they just not you" I got these niggas cliquin' up like, "Bro, your opp my opp too" Like, "We only got one button, so your Glock my Glock too" Them niggas broke, I pop out in this yellow Lam' like Pikachu But deep down, I want Rolls, I'm thinkin' Ghost like peekaboo Lil' bro ain't never had no money, he ask me, "What I need to do?" I told him go get you some pints, when I get back, I need a few [Chorus] Nigga, I ain't goin' back broke, fuck I look like? Oh, you fucked up your last batch, I'll show you how it cook right Pussy, money, murder, I could write a whole book, right? Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it look like Nigga, I ain't goin' back broke, fuck I look like? Oh, you fucked up your last batch, I'll show you how it cook right Pussy, money, murder, I could write a whole book, right? Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it look like [Outro] Fifty, all blues, shit exactly what it, yeah