Blue Powerade

[Verse: D'Shaun]

I don't believe in too much religion
Not superstitious, I was born a Christian
I was born with missions, I was purposely purposed
For Maybach's with curtains, and bitches with Birkin's

Hoes is distractions
I'm casually macking
But never forgetting
The mother fucking plan

Win and take over
The ghost with a chauffeur
A neck full a gold
And a room with awards

I been playing the back
Like I catch in the outfield
Bros in the trenches
My niggas is outchea

And I get so high
I get higher than light years
I just bought a crib
If you bad I'll invite ya

Niggas keep arms
Like the legs of a spider
I teller I love her
But bet I won't wife her

If she got that fire
Then I have to ignite her
My gold grill is bright
As that future behind her

Top 5 in my state
If you need a reminder
I'm sleep on these niggas
Like pillows, recliners

I pop like a condom
And bust on a bitch
I pull up with them sticks
Both them blunts look like twix

I sip on that mix
And I mix what I sip
Got me creeping and crawling
Like toddlers with bibs

It's just me, that boy 1-8
And Wave in this bitch
All this smoke
It's a Ganja parade in this bitch

And I skate on yo hoe
I Cascade on that bitch
Because I like her hips
And the way that she switch

Black and white
At the spot, she Dalmatian n shit
Yeah I'm running these plays
But don't play with this shit

Yeah my boys always said
I would make it n shit
But I wonder how long
It's gone take for that shit

And my girl just keep saying
Be patient n shit
But I got no time
To be waiting on shit

I just ran up on a Cinderella
Glass bottle's like a glass slipper
She gone sip the tech
And she gone take the hammer
I'ma film a movie on my iPhone camera

I'ma put her on
To this country grammar
She gone pop them bars
Like breaking out the slammer

Never take her home
To meet my mom and grandma
Young Texas player
Got it from my grandpa

I be posted leaning
Like a fucking ramp
Before she hit the crib
I gotta stamp her hand

Lotta shit has changed
But I can't complain
Cuss my teeth on bling
And pockets on romaine

I been doing my thang
Nigga that's all I know
I been blowing the dro
Nigga that's all I roll

I been flipping the flow
Cuss niggas got no flows
Got no hoes, got no gold
Got no shows

Got no fans
Got no plans
Got no mans
Got no hands, No advance

No bitch with tans
No crib with granite countertops
& pots and pans
These niggas not the man

But Ima drop my shit
Drop shit, fuck all ya politics
Saucing like condiments
Hot as a pot of grits

Member these hoes
Wouldn't gimme no compliments
Now when I'm 'round
They treat me like the hottest shit

Prime in ya Optimus
Clear as ya optics is
Who is you up against?
My dogs run up a fence

Tryna run up a check
I might just break ya neck
I will not show respect
Fuck ya hood and ya set

Niggas ain't nothing but some player haters
I'm just outchea balling like a fucking Laker
I be smooth enough to serve the fucking waiter
Still catching fades, with a fresh tapered

Young paper boy, but shit I chase the paper
Told a pussy nigga, time to meet the maker
Told a bad bitch lemme renovate ya
Gimme sweet love, like Anita Baker

My heart cold as my double cup
Niggas double-crossed and I doubled up
Niggas backstabbed, so I muscled up
Now we in this bitch like what the fuck is up?

Niggas tried to kill me
But they unsuccessful
I 'ont see death
On this month's schedule

I see all these rappers
They all pots and kettles
I'ma piss em off
I need a pot to piss in

I don't need ya mentions
I be in the trenches
Everybody seen it
But nobody witnessed

Mother fuck a friendship
I be really with it
My palms is itching
A nigga gotta get it

Young CEO
And I be bout my business
And I'ma run this shit
Until the race is finished

Feel like Master P
I don't see No Limit
I rep RYLTY
Until these niggas kill me, uh

[Hook]

Niggas ain't nothing but some player haters
Niggas never wanna see you make paper
Niggas ain't nothing but some player haters
Tell a fuck nigga, fuck away from me

Uh

Bitches ain't shit but some player haters
All them hoes wanna do is take paper
Bitches ain't nothing but some player haters
Tell a bopping bitch the fuck away from me, (x2)