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All Blues

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Hip-Hop/Rap

All Blues was released on March 27, 2020 by TenThousand Projects, LLC as a part of the album QUINCHO

Song Details

Release DateMarch 27, 2020

LabelTenThousand Projects, LLC

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM143

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Quin NFN

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Christian Isaac Olivarez

Christian Isaac Olivarez

Composer

Quinlan Sharif McAfee

Quinlan Sharif McAfee

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

CioMadeTheTrack

CioMadeTheTrack

Producer

Lyrics

We tryna get this shit right now

Fifty K, all blues, no cap

Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap

I put my team on the map

She wanna fuck 'cause I rap (She on it)

Goyard, I'ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered

**** hate but know I brought a TEC

And he play with that gang and get put in the blender

These **** don't know how I'm feelin'

Thank God every day that I'm livin' (I'm on it)

We hit him up if he chirpin'

Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (I'm on it)

Lotta racks, I ain't focused on business

Ain't tryna crash on the road to the riches

Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken

And I just snuck in the club with my Smithin'

We tryna get this shit right now, ooh-oh

He play with us, we lay 'em down, ooh-oh (Lay 'em down)

One of sixteen, give me a pound, ooh-oh (Give me a pound)

Deep in that water, I'm gon' drown, don't play around, ooh-oh (Play around)

I just gon' drop 'em with my young ****, slaughter

I get 'em zipped up for some Dodie, aye

I'm at the Forum, we ball like the Lakers

So these **** callin' me Kobe, aye

Got lotta green like I'm Yoshi, aye

Can't talk 'cause you **** the police, aye

Team are gon' slide for a Rollie, aye

In this corner, shoot shots like Ginobili, aye

My burn

Freshest **** livin', bitch, I'm flyin'

I gotta crime, murder the cat, it should be a crime

These **** dyin' for speakin' on **** where I reside

We gon' pull up with that fire

Better duck when them bullets start flyin'

Fifty K, all blues, no cap

Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap

I put my team on the map

She wanna fuck 'cause I rap (She on it)

Goyard, I'ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered

**** hate but know I brought a TEC

And he play with that gang and get put in the blender

These **** don't know how I'm feelin'

Thank God every day that I'm livin' (I'm on it)

We hit him up if he chirpin'

Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (I'm on it)

Lotta racks, I ain't focused on business

Ain't tryna crash on the road to the riches

Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken

And I just snuck in the club with my Smithin'

I been runnin' up money, a whole lotta diamonds on me

I been gettin' it back (Back)

I just got a new foreign, I let my lil partna drive it

Man, I hope he don't crash

Really been on my grind, now it's my time

I'm finna tee up on they ass (Ass)

If we see 'em, we smash (Smash)

Louis bag on my side, I'm securin' the cash (Cash)

Bitch, I'm pressin' the gas

I know **** fuck out in bin, bro (Bin, bro)

Lotta hoes wanna fuck 'cause I'm Quincho

I'ma beat up the pussy like Kimbo (Kimbo)

Backseat sippin' juice in the Benzo (Benzo)

Tryna gamble his life with a sinful (With a sinful)

I'ma go get some money, then get mo' (Get mo')

Bussin' down a whole hunnid with kin folks (Kin folks)

Hit his string with some lead in my pencil

We tryna get this shit right now, ooh-oh

He play with us, we lay 'em down, ooh-oh

One of sixteen, give me a pound, ooh-oh

Deep in that water, I'm gon' drown, don't play around, ooh-oh

Fifty K, all blues, no cap

Ridin' 'round with a big ol' strap

I put my team on the map

She wanna fuck 'cause I rap (She on it)

Goyard, I'ma fill it with pounds, then get it delivered

**** hate but know I brought a TEC

And he play with that gang and get put in the blender

These **** don't know how I'm feelin'

Thank God every day that I'm livin' (I'm on it)

We hit him up if he chirpin'

Came from the mud, I was deep in the trenches (I'm on it)

Lotta racks, I ain't focused on business

Ain't tryna crash on the road to the riches

Lil' bro tryna 'sko for a chicken

And I just snuck in the club with my Smithin'

Written by: Christian Isaac Olivarez, Quinlan Sharif McAfee

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