Blue Bills Songtext
von DJ Scheme

Y′all rockin' with DJ Scheme, lil′ bitch
Nuri the G.O.A.T, woo

Back ends, lil' freak bitch, break her back in
I was on the road, gettin' dough, you niggas has-beens
Bust down Rollie, diamond dancin′, Michael Jackson
Headed to that bag in a Jag, writin′ captions
I let the bitch choose up
I wanna fuck her from the back to the front
I let her hit the road, but she can't hit the blunt
Niggas lookin′ for a problem, we got what they want


Nigga, we is not the same, I swear you niggas punks
You froze up when they went and robbеd you, why you didn't duck?
I been ballin′ like a Laker, I can't еven dunk
I been sippin′ on some Tech, I ain't gettin' drunk (woo)
I be strapped up with a TEC, I ain′t gettin′ punked
You niggas really out here starvin' like they missing lunch
I′ma bust a couple rounds if brodie throw a punch
I knew I'd make a couple million, niggas had a hunch (ayy, ayy, ayy)

I′m a walkin' lick, walking ′round, blue bills
I'ma fuck your ho, yeah, she lit, no pills
Drunk lil' bitch, I won′t fuck ′cause that's weird
Leave a bitch heart broke, face full of tears
Angel on my side but the devil in my ears
Demons in my room but the Glock downstairs
I′ma push the start, self-park with the wheels
Damn, thought you was my man but you ain't real

I been fucked up in the crib, watchin′ deals
You a grown bitch but you can't buy your own meal
I don′t give a fuck, that's really how I feel
I'm a walkin′ God, broke niggas gotta kneel
I been packin′ bricks like my name Shaquille O'Neal
Who knockin′ on my door? 12, disappear
Boots on my feet, bitch, with the Moncler
Leather in my Porsche, bitch, I feel like Top Gear