Blue Velour - Felly

Alright, Alright

Yeah

One take for real

I’m cutting this one

Straight up

Hey, Hey

I gave you props

You gave me nothing

I was at the red light thinking Ima' rush it

Shorty be a thot

And you know the butt big

But do I trust it

Aye, do I trust it

I’m posted up in that Blue Velour

Feel like I’ve been here before

I don’t fuck with your old shit

Hate the new more

Don’t do more

Dont do that

Young Fel gone hood rat

Bread in my bookbag since bringing these books back

And Ima' touch it don’t look

Seen too much, I be shook

Take a shot of that uhh

Fuck with Trey cause he hood

Get the paper, that wood

She a virgin, I’m good

Trying to write my own story

Like some day, yeah some day

When the sky ain’t so stormy

And the plane can leave the runway

Now everybody got it all wrong

I’m the one writin' these songs

We don’t get along

If you in the green room, takin' pics with your phone

Tryna' act like my mom

Seen the whole world, I ain’t even 21

Still sip Don Perignon, wit' that strong, uh

Praise to my god

And I’m gone

You gave me nothing

I was at the red light thinking Ima' rush it

Shorty be a thot

And you know the butt big

But do I trust it

Aye, do I trust it