Blur - Strick, T-Shyne

Bitch asking for a picture but I ain’t got no time to pose

And I jumped right off the porch and I was tryna lift the doors

I got Chanel wrapped 'round my wrist, it’s twenty-four karat gold

I don’t pop like Bruno Mars, your wifey wait for me at home

All the scales in the kitchen but ain’t no fish on the stove, yeah

Soon as they rock that gut, they get it in, get it gone, yeah

I been movin' hella fast, man it’s like a blur

Ashton paint look like some ice cream, I need two cups and some syrup, yeah

X poppin', we so popular, we know

Bada bing, her body boom, she need a comb, yeah

Bomb pussy, might have to take her on the road

Her nigga lame, he ain’t even chase no check, yeah, tell him 'bout it

Just left from Coachella, I’m pullin' vibes every song

Hundred round sticks, no reload

They be stealin' sounds but we evolve

Made a movie in Hollywood, I look like a star, yeah

Used to play the background, we made it

She used to be your player, but, now I’m her favorite

Eighty, sixty grand, yeah, YSL made it

Livin' for the moment, you catch a case and then you frame it

Bitch asking for a picture but I ain’t got no time to pose

And I jumped right off the porch and I was tryna lift the doors

I got Chanel wrapped 'round my wrist, it’s twenty-four karat gold

I don’t pop like Bruno Mars, your wifey wait for me at home

All the scales in the kitchen but ain’t no fish on the stove, yeah

Soon as they rock that gut, they get it in, get it gone, yeah

I been movin' hella fast, man it’s like a blur

Ashton paint look like some ice cream, I need two cups and some syrup

Tesla poppin', and I whip it on my own

Still remember, we would trap out mobile homes

In the trap, I had three different mobile phones

They copy drip, I think I gotta hundred clones

Water 'round my neck, I turn that shit into a island

I never ran in my life, last time was when I heard the sirens

When I’m in the Lamb I tell these bitches give me silence

Bitch, It’s YSL, we don’t ever need no stylist

I’m in California with the next nigga ho

Me and Strick in a Bentley, we got Tecs in the doors

Looking for your bitch, then why she texting me for?

All my bitches bad, you can never fuck with no bitch, no

Bitch asking for a picture but I ain’t got no time to pose

And I jumped right off the porch and I was tryna lift the doors

I got Chanel wrapped 'round my wrist, it’s twenty-four karat gold

I don’t pop like Bruno Mars, your wifey wait for me at home

All the scales in the kitchen but ain’t no fish on the stove, yeah

Soon as they rock that gut, they get it in, get it gone, yeah

I been movin' hella fast, man it’s like a blur

Ashton paint look like some ice cream, I need two cups and some syrup