Lyrics of ' Blue Devils (Remix) (feat. DaBaby) ' by Trap Dickey

Okay, let me get ‘em
Baby ain’t sparing shit, everybody gotta get it
Every motherfuckin' car, nigga riding in is tinted
They ain’t heard nothing from the Carolinas in a minute

Nasty, get on it and ride it till she finish
I give them niggas ten, twenty thousand, make ‘em spin it
I pull up, it's a lot, make you holla if you hear me
Some pretty bitches looking out the window say
"There go Trap"

He always talking ‘bout two letters
Crosstraccs, he say he ridin’ on whoever
Tar Heels, Carolina Blue Devils
We make it rain blue hunnids, new weather
I can't stand no nigga who talk that shit
Like he gon' shoot better

Let me get ‘em
Pull out and up it on whoever
Fuckin' this hoe, she say I get your boo wetter
I'm with this bitch and she 5'7 "
I got a 57
I up this bitch and some shots happen
I let that fire go for real
Come pour some water on me, make me chill

Why you keep looking like that, what’s the deal?
You ain’t give that pussy up, hoe, be for real
Ain’t one of them lil' niggas you gotta lie to
That can’t make you nut back to back the way I do

Listen, I ain’t into getting how I'm getting in my feelings
Told you not to play with my paper, nigga
Baby ain’t doin' no motherfuckin' kissing
Cut off every bitch that don’t listen, hoe
Starting to think that my whip need a bathroom
Pulled up on them niggas and I shitted
Brought the phantom out, did it for the Carolinas
Five seats, I'm the only nigga in it

I don’t know if I bought it or a nigga went to rent it
She pull up and she swallow all my kids, I can’t forget it
Even when a nigga in it, I'm just talking in my feelings
It be bitches over here, but something 'bout her make me miss her

Cold lil' nigga in the summer, need a coat
Cold lil' bitch, she come and hug me with her throat
Poor ass niggas somewhere asking for a poke
She come and bust it open for DaBaby, I'm the GOAT
Believe that

There go Trap, now bring that shit back like a rerun
I told you I was the shit since the begun
Hondas, matter fact, drivebys Nissan
My pockets big like Big Pun

I got a plug out in Asia
He get it to me no matter the season
We serving bat, making plays
And if you pull up, you can get you a cheap one

Chains on like I'm Johnny Cash
Four-five like I'm Michael Jay
Attitude like Dr. Dre
He not a killer, he kill by mistake

We get it on like I'm Marvin Gaye
We catch a body, then we celebrate
Wish you would try me, that’s another case
We taking shots, no chaser

Stalking on me like it’s Instagram
My nigga popping them percs, don’t care 'bout the milligram
I see my cousin who lost trial
He left the court with a smile like he don’t even give a damn

Shooters with me like I'm Cunningham
Just took my auntie another gram, no, I ain't one of them
Before the buzz, nigga, I been through the mud, and I ain’t talkin' Monster Jam
Workin' so hard, no days off

I'm in the streets for real, used to trap at the Days Inn
I know this shit gon' pay off
Boss like Rick Ross, I used to rap off a Net10
Brand new Glock, best friend
I'm shootin' shit for real, this shit caving chests in
Kyrie Irving, left hand
They sayin