Lyrics:

Blueface, baby
Laudiano
Yeah, aightI was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told

When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close

Niggas lookin` up to me like I made it
I was down, you ain`t care, now I`m up and they hate it
I hate waitin`, but I had to be patient
Anything I did, I had to be the greatest
Only one Blueface because I`m never changin`
When you make it, everybody start to fake it
You wouldn`t understand `less we could switch places
But I ain`t trippin`, these Balenciagas ain`t got no laces
Hate niggas, my Glock racist
Defender workin` with the same nigga judgin` my cases
Went to jail twice, beat both them felonies
They found large amounts but couldn`t prove I was sellin` it
Midtown patriot like I`m Bill Belichick
If you don`t want smoke, dumb nigga, then stop inhalin` it
(Stop inhalin` it)
(Broke boy, you don`t want smoke)

When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close

Lifestyle expensive
Premium in my Benzes
I tote Glock with extensions
I like a bitch with extensions
Broke boy, don`t come up missin` over a mention
I`m just tryna drip in high fashion in a mansion
But I`m never too popular to pop at ya
That .40 go 'bang,' but the MAC go 'grra-ta-ta'
Leave more shots than ticket sales
Leave more shells than Taco Bell
Tote everywhere, I can make bail
Free the mob out them jail cells
Gotta keep a Glock on me like a lunch pail

When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close

Yeah, aight, five bands just to get up close
I been livin` fast, lil` baby, suck slow
I was down `til I got up in the studio
Hop in the booth, then I let the truth be known
Gotta keep the heat just in case it get too cold
Niggas want smoke `til it`s sparkin` out the .40 nose
Now all these bitches want me like I`m Mike Jones
I`m like a man smokin` at a gas station, I`m finna blow
Niggas want beef `til I heat the shells for tacos
Just `cause I put my meat in her cheese, I`m still not yours
You was late, I was on time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You wasn`t here from the start
You can`t get nothing from finish lines
I`m selfish, niggas can`t have none `til I finish mine

When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole
They gotta pay me now just to get up close