Blue Devils (Remix) (feat. DaBaby)

Trap Dickey

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    Okay, let me get ‘em
    Baby ain’t sparing shit, everybody gotta get it
    Every motherfuckin' car, nigga riding in is tinted
    They ain’t heard nothing from the Carolinas in a minute

    Nasty, get on it and ride it till she finish
    I give them niggas ten, twenty thousand, make ‘em spin it
    I pull up, it's a lot, make you holla if you hear me
    Some pretty bitches looking out the window say
    There go Trap

    He always talking ‘bout two letters
    Crosstraccs, he say he ridin’ on whoever
    Tar Heels, Carolina Blue Devils
    We make it rain blue hunnids, new weather
    I can't stand no nigga who talk that shit
    Like he gon' shoot better

    Let me get ‘em
    Pull out and up it on whoever
    Fuckin' this hoe, she say I get your boo wetter
    I'm with this bitch and she 5'7"
    I got a 57
    I up this bitch and some shots happen
    I let that fire go for real
    Come pour some water on me, make me chill

    Why you keep looking like that, what’s the deal?
    You ain’t give that pussy up, hoe, be for real
    Ain’t one of them lil' niggas you gotta lie to
    That can’t make you nut back to back the way I do

    Listen, I ain’t into getting how I'm getting in my feelings
    Told you not to play with my paper, nigga
    Baby ain’t doin' no motherfuckin' kissing
    Cut off every bitch that don’t listen, hoe
    Starting to think that my whip need a bathroom
    Pulled up on them niggas and I shitted
    Brought the phantom out, did it for the Carolinas
    Five seats, I'm the only nigga in it

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    I don’t know if I bought it or a nigga went to rent it
    She pull up and she swallow all my kids, I can’t forget it
    Even when a nigga in it, I'm just talking in my feelings
    It be bitches over here, but something 'bout her make me miss her

    Cold lil' nigga in the summer, need a coat
    Cold lil' bitch, she come and hug me with her throat
    Poor ass niggas somewhere asking for a poke
    She come and bust it open for DaBaby, I'm the GOAT
    Believe that

    There go Trap, now bring that shit back like a rerun
    I told you I was the shit since the begun
    Hondas, matter fact, drivebys Nissan
    My pockets big like Big Pun

    I got a plug out in Asia
    He get it to me no matter the season
    We serving bat, making plays
    And if you pull up, you can get you a cheap one

    Chains on like I'm Johnny Cash
    Four-five like I'm Michael Jay
    Attitude like Dr. Dre
    He not a killer, he kill by mistake

    We get it on like I'm Marvin Gaye
    We catch a body, then we celebrate
    Wish you would try me, that’s another case
    We taking shots, no chaser

    Stalking on me like it’s Instagram
    My nigga popping them percs, don’t care 'bout the milligram
    I see my cousin who lost trial
    He left the court with a smile like he don’t even give a damn

    Shooters with me like I'm Cunningham
    Just took my auntie another gram, no, I ain't one of them
    Before the buzz, nigga, I been through the mud, and I ain’t talkin' Monster Jam
    Workin' so hard, no days off

    I'm in the streets for real, used to trap at the Days Inn
    I know this shit gon' pay off
    Boss like Rick Ross, I used to rap off a Net10
    Brand new Glock, best friend
    I'm shootin' shit for real, this shit caving chests in
    Kyrie Irving, left hand
    They sayin

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