Blue Faces - 88GLAM

In the sky, throw 'em in the sky

All these blue faces

Countin' up all these blue faces

G5 Tootsie, that’s my favorite

She gon' pick that guap off the stages

(Throw 'em in the sky, throw 'em in the sky)

Say you were my dog, now you’re hatin'

Countin' up all these blue faces (I got all these ones, yeah)

To the G5 Tootsie, that’s my favorite

She gon' pick my guap off the stages

Balenciaga on my jeans, you hatin' on me, fine by me

Mino World Peace, got the strip club at war

Gotta make at least three, three, pit stops on tour, three

Ran into your bitch and I sexed it

Man, shit been gettin' hella reckless

And, who I’m with, you guessed it

Any of you step on my Raf, it’s a death wish

Mino World Peace, got the strip club at war

Gotta make at least three, three, pit stops on tour, three

Say what I mean when I’m gone off a bean

Fuckin' on him, fuckin' on me

Deep in that pussy, I tell her I swim

Pass it to GB, then pass it to me

Countin' up all these blue faces

G5 Tootsie, that’s my favorite

She gon' pick that guap off the stages

(Throw 'em in the sky, throw 'em in the sky)

Say you were my dog, now you’re hatin'

Countin' up all these blue faces (I got all these ones, yeah)

To the G5 Tootsie, that’s my favorite

She gon' pick my guap off the stages

Balenciaga on my jeans, you hatin' on me, fine by me

1−800-KNOT's, got these hundreds in my section

She gon' drop the top, feed her guac like a Mexican

I can’t work no job, Glam a boss 'til I’m restin'

She gon' hit my line when she off, not a question

Let little shawty know I get my way and I like the fast one

Better that you go and cut that rope, you need a bad one

Boyfriend on your phone, he so annoying, he a sad one

You about your bread, ain’t goin' home until you had some

I don’t go check accounts unless I’m sitting in the bank, huh

Pullin' out, it’s a flex, Mercedes Benzo, it’s a wagon

Double G, don’t wear Guess, his wrist on ice, my diamonds dancin'

88 throwin' dubs, we makin' it rain inside of Mansion

Countin' up all these blue faces

G5 Tootsie, that’s my favorite

She gon' pick that guap off the stages

(Throw 'em in the sky, throw 'em in the sky)

Say you were my dog, now you’re hatin'

Countin' up all these blue faces (I got all these ones, yeah)

To the G5 Tootsie, that’s my favorite

She gon' pick my guap off the stages

Balenciaga on my jeans, you hatin' on me, fine by me