Studio - blueface

Laudiano

Yeah, aight

I was down, I hit the studio

Hop in the booth and let the truth be told

When I was down, I hit the studio

Hop in the booth and let the truth be told

Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole

They gotta pay me now just to get up close

When I was down, I hit the studio

Hop in the booth and let the truth be told

Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole

They gotta pay me now just to get up close

Niggas lookin' up to me like I made it

I was down, you ain’t care, now I’m up and they hate it

I hate waitin', but I had to be patient

Anything I did, I had to be the greatest

Only one Blueface because I’m never changin'

When you make it, everybody start to fake it

You wouldn’t understand 'less we could switch places

But I ain’t trippin', these Balenciagas ain’t got no laces

Hate niggas, my Glock racist

Defender workin' with the same nigga judgin' my cases

Went to jail twice, beat both them felonies

They found large amounts but couldn’t prove I was sellin' it

Midtown patriot like I’m Bill Belicheck

If you don’t want smoke, dumb nigga, then stop inhalin' it

(Stop inhalin' it)

(Broke boy, you don’t want smoke)

When I was down, I hit the studio

Hop in the booth and let the truth be told

Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole

They gotta pay me now just to get up close

When I was down, I hit the studio

Hop in the booth and let the truth be told

Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole

They gotta pay me now just to get up close

Lifestyle expensive

Premium in my Benzes

I tote Glock with extensions

I like a bitch with extensions

Broke boy, don’t come up missin' over a mention

I’m just tryna drip in high fashion in a mansion

But I’m never too popular to pop at ya

That .40 go «bang,"but the MAC go «grra-ta-ta»

Leave more shots than ticket sales

Leave more shells than Taco Bell

Tote everywhere, I can make bail

Free the mob out them jail cells

Gotta keep a Glock on me like a lunch pail

When I was down, I hit the studio

Hop in the booth and let the truth be told

Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole

They gotta pay me now just to get up close

When I was down, I hit the studio

Hop in the booth and let the truth be told

Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole

They gotta pay me now just to get up close

Yeah, aight, five bands just to get up close

I been livin' fast, lil' baby, suck slow

I was down 'til I got up in the studio

Hop in the booth, then I let the truth be known

Gotta keep the heat just in case it get too cold

Niggas want smoke 'til it’s sparkin' out the .40 nose

Now all these bitches want me like I’m Mike Jones

I’m like a man smokin' at a gas station, I’m finna blow

Niggas want beef 'til I heat the shells for tacos

Just 'cause I put my meat in her cheese, I’m still not yours

You was late, I was on time

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You wasn’t here from the start

You can’t get nothing from finish lines

I’m selfish, niggas can’t have none 'til I finish mine

When I was down, I hit the studio

Hop in the booth and let the truth be told

Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole

They gotta pay me now just to get up close

When I was down, I hit the studio

Hop in the booth and let the truth be told

Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole

They gotta pay me now just to get up close