Blu C Notes

Blue c notes we blow, we smoke Bunch of blue faces, we laugh, we joke All these blue faces start to think that we loc But this ain't no gang, baby, this what we hope This what we wish for, let the blue drip on it A white Christmas for the D-Boys You see cas, I got a key for them Tell them that I need for them Hit the highway, I-95 AC on, sweating my eyes wide Pocket full of faces and the work wrapped in tape F*ck the Federally , ATF and DEA Put your trust in God, we ain't never going broke If you're money color, let me see them blue notes All the dope boys, wave your rollies in the sky And if you're doing time, hold your head up high I got a brother doing 20 in Cali, now was it worth it We pose to be on Islands with models sitting back cozy Popping Percocet and xani sipping on purple Smoking sour, drinking bottles, my vision blurry It got a nice tone to a bucky, it look like milk I'm trying to get a line in them digits like Cousin Silk Buddha took like 20 of them things that got him killed But if you do it right, my nigga can see a mill Have you ever seen a safe full of hundreds that look amazing Bad bitch throwing it back, she black and Asian And the blue mink im beasts, don't try to tame me Grab the blue face, out the case, what the occasion We about to celebrate with Sosa, he made it over Who would've known 50 could fit in a Range Rover He told me, see I need you right now, we about to go up I still got 50 out there, I need a chauffeur Hit the highway, I-95, AC on, sweating my eyes wide Pocket full of faces and the work wrapping tape F*ck the federally , ATF and DEA Put your trust in God, we ain't never going broke If your money color, let me see them blue notes All the dope boys wave your rollies in the sky And if you're doing time, hold your head up high I just bought a blue coupe, inside butter It remind me of that work from Columbia I'm on the 8, baby, meet me on Columbia You ain't hear me, bitch, meet me on Columbia Cecil B-more, feed me Seymore Who the f*ck this nigga is knocking at my door I think the phone's being tapped, I'm paranoid Can't be linking up with everybody, be the boys Hit the highway, I-95, AC on, sweating my eyes wide Pocket full of faces and the work wrapping tape F*ck the federally , ATF and DEA Put your trust in God, we ain't never going broke If your money color, let me see them blue notes All the dope boys wave your rollies in the sky And if you're doing time, hold your head up high