Nervous Lyrics – BlueBucksClan

Nervous Lyrics by BlueBucksClan

Big foreigns everytime we ride out
Drop the top on roll.. bought the sky out
We off Don 42.. don’t bring wine out
Got the top from your hoe.. you ain’t find out

Kill her from the back yea im trynna blow her spine out
All my n#gg#s ball.. yea we don’t need no time out
Ruth Chris,, Mastros,, everytime we dine out
Really in the field, all my troops

We don’t got no ???
My b#tch tellin’ me she want a b#tch i’m like oh sh#t
Yea i feel like ??? in this coupe with this long trench
Yea i know you see me in this Wraith don’t got no tint

I could run this sh#t by myself like the Old Vick
Postin’ new sh#t on Thursday ain’t no old pics
All this f#ckin’ money on the floor
Don’t make no sense

Seen the feds turn around the block
Cleared a whole fence
All my new hoes always bringing up some old sh#t
Drop top in the winter time,, im the coldest give a f#ck what a hater say.. im too focused

Sipping ??? with yo b#tch yeaa we loaded
b#tch i’m Ray Lewis in the field you get folded
She don’t even know my real name, but she toking
Doing donuts in the foreign, leave your block smoking

Like a bottle n#gg#, we’ll leave your top open
Laughing with my n#gg#s, but with you we not joking
Pass it to my n#gg#s, but with you we not smoking
f#ckin up Givenchy walking out that b#tch soaking

Having junkies on the 7 like Lamar Odom
Yea im finna drive the Lamb truck like its stolen
Rockin all my ice when it’s cold b#tch i’m frozen
All you n#gg#s trynna ride the wave like the ocean

Speeding trynna drop this b#tch off like it’s urgent
Bleeding i can’t wipe this sh#t off
I need ??
I get Palm Angels with the ??? yea on purpose

Box full of hundreds, but we still out here workin’
Trynna stuff this chicken in the bag ain’t no Church’s
Crash get behind us in this Benz
Yea im nervous

b#tches talking loud in my ear my sh#t hurting
Scrolling up my story trynna find out who lurkin’
Walkin’ with a bag up in Neimans yea im splurging
Seen you in the mall you was scared to make a purchase

If i have a daughter she gon’ get a baby Birkin
Hit again f#ck around and start jerking, ??? bad #ss hell yea she perfect
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BlueBucksClan Lyrics – Nervous

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Nervous