John Vickers & Ghetto Guitar - Navy Blue Lyrics

Two-tone AP with the tint
Diamond my neck and my wrist, my shoes gonna cost your rent
Count the digits then I stack them, look at what I spent
Navy blue all on the Range truck
I'm gon' check my phone then spin it, knocked down but I came up
Ten toes, no chain tucked
White bitch with no makeup
Ball hard no layup, you gon' meet you maker
Seen your bitch, I take her
All these hoes gonna change up
Forty rounds inside this stick, I shoot this bitch like a Laker
I got new money, count it old school
I got new hundreds, and they all blue
Bitch what you stuntin', yeah you old news
Yeah, you old news
Bad bitch gonna come to the crib, eat the dick up like Tofu
No average, I don't smoke no swishers, she eat me like soul food
Shoot like the Mavericks, I'm f*cking these bitches, I already told you
I hit a lick and he gave me his shit, I ain't even need no tool
No tool, play by no rules
Made a million by myself, I ain't need no school
I been chilling by myself, I don't need no crew
Keep my money in my damn wallet, ain't nothing for you
Two-tone AP with the tint
Diamond my neck and my wrist, my shoes gonna cost your rent
Count the digits then I stack them, look at what I spent
Navy blue all on the Range truck
I'm gon' check my phone then spin it, knocked down but I came up
Ten toes, no chain tucked
White bitch with no makeup
Ball hard no layup, you gon' meet you maker
Seen your bitch, I take her
All these hoes gonna change up
Forty rounds inside this stick, I shoot this bitch like a Laker