Blur Strick (Ft. T-Shyne)

[Chorus: Strick]
Bitch asking for a picture but I ain't got no time to pose
And I jumped right off the porch and I was tryna lift the doors
I got Chanel wrapped 'round my wrist, it's twenty-four karat gold
I don't pop like Bruno Mars, your wifey wait for me at home
All the scales in the kitchen but ain't no fish on the stove, yeah
Soon as they rock that gut, they get it in, get it gone, yeah
I been movin' hella fast, man it's like a blur
Ashton paint look like some ice cream, I need two cups and some syrup, yeah

[Verse 1: Strick]
X poppin', we so popular, we know
Bada bing, her body boom, she need a comb, yeah
Bomb pussy, might have to take her on the road
Her nigga lame, he ain't even chase no check, yeah, tell him 'bout it
Just left from Coachella, I'm pullin' vibes every song
Hundred round sticks, no reload
They be stealin' sounds but we evolve
Made a movie in Hollywood, I look like a star, yeah
Used to play the background, we made it
She used to be your player, but, now I'm her favorite
Eighty, sixty grand, yeah, YSL made it
Livin' for the moment, you catch a case and then you frame it

[Chorus: Strick]
Bitch asking for a picture but I ain't got no time to pose
And I jumped right off the porch and I was tryna lift the doors
I got Chanel wrapped 'round my wrist, it's twenty-four karat gold
I don't pop like Bruno Mars, your wifey wait for me at home
All the scales in the kitchen but ain't no fish on the stove, yeah
Soon as they rock that gut, they get it in, get it gone, yeah
I been movin' hella fast, man it's like a blur
Ashton paint look like some ice cream, I need two cups and some syrup