Baby Blue
[Hxppa:]
Straight off Barneys clothes rack
Don’t hold back  cause I can
My shit bumping when I roll pass
Let baby hold these bands
Pull up to the stu
Baby blue whip from Japan
I ain’t never really sold bags
Let no one hold my hand

I stick to my own plan
No thank you in advance G
I don’t need no road map
Bitches steering from the backseat
I might flex on your old man
Catch a toe tag running at me
I just kill the whole bag
I spilled cognac on my dad jeans

Always want a verse like nah dog
Had to sapphire my stopwatch
Old bitch stuck in my call log
￼Broad long long
She trippin’
Shotgun beers so sawed off
No Glocks drawn
Just sipping
Orange Alexander socks on
Chop the top off what I’m whipping
She can’t see my face
Through these tinted Laurent lens
Girl, I just can’t behave
Big Balenci's every step
Smoking cookie to the grave
Everyday I make and spend
I got eight up on my waist
But everyday that shit depends

Straight off Barneys clothes rack
Don’t hold back  cause I can
My shit bumping when I roll pass
Let baby hold these bands
Pull up to the stu
Baby blue whip from Japan
I ain’t never really sold bags
Let no one hold my hand

[Alex Oren:]
Mind like you need to
Pour up like baristas
I’m gonna reach ya
Hit me with the features

Said I can’t wait on you
Tell me something I can’t place on you
My luck
Oh my God, tell me why I give a fuck?
Why I care so much
Why do you suck
When I’m pushing up on you
Way too much
Is it my luck or is it my luck

Tryna make it from the river
To the top of the hill
I find the grass is always greener
When its weed I just spilled
But I know she don’t want it
What do I know
She don’t want it
What do I know

[Hxppa:]
Straight off Barneys clothes rack
Don’t hold back  cause I can
My shit bumping when I roll pass
Let baby hold these bands
Pull up to the stu
Baby blue whip from Japan
I ain’t never really sold bags
Let no one hold my hand
On my mind as usual
Don’t fuck me it’s mutual
K's on me from day to day
I ain’t the same you used to know
Chains insane I do the most
Nod off to the 808s
I change the game
I lose the coach

Inbox getting slammed
They be mad I’m making hits though
Do it for the gram
She ain’t put this shit on VSCO
My bag loud like a band
I can pull these favors quid-pro
Load the sprinter van
Rick or RAF up on the kid, though

Straight off Barneys clothes rack
Don’t hold back  cause I can
My shit bumping when I roll pass
Let baby hold these bands
Pull up to the stu
Baby blue whip from Japan
I ain’t never really sold bags
Let no one hold my hand