Yung BadBitche$ - Blue Line Ridin’
We just wrote our first rap. Work in progress.
For all the blue line riders out there.
Blue line bad bitch I’m out here tryna get rich
On the way to an education hit up city rail overhear a conversation
Niggas talkin bout their pills they done
When I get on the carriage homeboys better run
You know the deal, I’m only tryna be real
Keep that shit rollin’ like them flinstone wheels
Snatchin in them feels on your bitch I’m movin like eels
Between carriages on the blue line swerve
Y’all niggas wanna watch me play you’d better observe
Poppin cherries and coke and your bitch, she on that next level choke
On my cock got her in a lock and I know she likes em fatter
And I finish her off, next stop Cabramatta
Cityrail map tatt on my back
Y’all hoes think you can jack my swag, all you niggas be whack
Blue line reppin’ but I’m really from the south west
Head down to my hood I’ll get my glock shoot you down and you’ll end up a fuckin mess
Think y’all can rock up here acting all tough
Babyboy you got it comin’ cause this girl likes to play rough
I aint got that $3.30 concession shit fuck them transits nigga gon get hit
Jumpin trains, I’m a prisoner of war
Me n my boys we poppin tags on that shit like Macklemore
This my nation that blue line station you need translation?
That green line federation dope ass niggas ill paint y’all an illustration
Blueberry blunts on my lips
Got on a Liverpool brahhh we on the trips
SPREAD THA WORD
So sometimes Ali and I get bored and write raps.