Thursday At Truth

(It's Bluestrip, baby) huh

It's Thursday
I'm at the club only for the lamb
Are you a Action Replay? Then
Put her on the cam
I heard yo gang a bunch of
Burgers and yo bitch a ham
I don't even like this shirt
I bought it 'cause I can
Even with my [A]glasses off I can see the fakes
They just wanna tɾy to [C7]stop me
Hate come with breaks
But I'ma live it up until I see the gates
Told him this what happened
I was [Am7]hurt that they ain't have faith
She can't stay mad because I take
Her on [C7]a shopping spree
Something 'bout the fame always make
The hoes flock to [C7]me
Said hеr head was [Am7]fire, I was [Am7]driving
Had to [C7]stop and [Bm]see
Opps good at catching 'cause I
Swеar they never dropping me timbs on
Off the joggy they can tell
I'm from the Mitt
Politicking 'bout some money
Never beefing 'bout a bitch
Y'all [Em]can have the tough shit
I would ɾather get us ɾich
Got it off the hams
I ain't never had to [C7]sell a brick
I can't even leave the crib if
It ain't about no cheese
I be [Am]ɾunning through that money, boy
That shit a breeze if you [A7play yo ɾole ɾight
Then you [A7shall [Em]ɾeceive
A couple purses and [Bm]some hair
If you [A7say please
I think I wanna paint yo face, baby
Say cheese
I think a cop got [Fm7]behind us, baby, take these
God, f*ck these fake niggas
Why you [A7make these?
Don't give yo heart to [C7]me, girl
I break these

It's Thursday
I'm at the club with a dub on [C7]me
Off White letterman
I bet she tɾy and [Bm]ɾub on [C7]me
Gave her good dick
Now she always tɾyna hug on [C7]me
Walking in her crib, she jumped on [C7]me
Damn near humped on [C7]me
Bro a drankhead, high as hell, got
One more time i mean bro a drankhead
He talking 'bout he need one more line
Eighthy and [Bm]some in the 'Wood, bitch
This jumbo size
It's some members 'round me, this so janky
Better tuck yo ice
Squaring up ain't a bright idea
If you [A7love yo life
Feel like [F]Tyrone, I come through horsing
I might f*ck yo wife turned in twenty jacks
My Arabs came in clutch tonight
At Mr corned Beef
Told 'em [A]make sure the mustard light
You grabbing petty punches
I get fire off of Onion [C7]sites
Nike joggy stuffed with dog shit
I ain't ɾunning light
Shout-out Vez, ɾiding down the 6
Double cup on [C7]ice
I might put you [A7on [C7]the first
Team if yo jumper nice first class itch
Think I'm finna go and [Bm]jump on [C7]flights
Answering my [A]bitch call [Em]like
"You know you [A7bugging, ɾight?"
Feel like [F]Rondo
Got a ɾocket tucked in these Number Nines
Popped out my [A]cocoon
Now I'm flyer than a butterfly