Lyrics of 'Studio' by Blueface

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

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

When I was down, I hit the studio (studio)
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole (keep a pole)
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
Niggas lookin' up to me like I made it (I made it)
I was down, you ain't care, now I'm up and they hate it (they hate it)
I hate waitin', but I had to be patient (be patient)
Anything I did, I had to be the greatest (the greatest)
Only one Blueface because I'm never changin' (never chagin')
When you make it, everybody start to fake it (they fake it)
You wouldn't understand 'less we could switch places (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 (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 (studio)
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole (keep a pole)
They gotta pay me now just to get up close
When I was down, I hit the studio (studio)
Hop in the booth and let the truth be told
Not a stripper but I gotta keep a pole (keep a pole)
They gotta pay me now just to get up close

Lifestyle expensive (my lifestyle expensive)
Premium in my Benz's (in my Benz's)
I tote Glock with extensions (Glock with extensions)
I like a bitch with extensions (with extensions)
Broke boy, don't come up missin' over a mention (over a mention)
I'm just tryna drip in high fashion in a mansion (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 (grra-ta-ta)
Leave more shots than ticket sales
(Leave more shots than ticket sales)
Leave more shells than Taco Bell (more shells than Taco Bell)
Tote everywhere, I can make bail (I can make bail)
Free the mob out them jail cells (out them jail cells)
Gotta keep a Glock on me like a lunch pail

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