[Hook]
Bleu Chanel, Bleu Chanel,
Blue Chanel, Blue Chanel,
Bleu Chanel, Bleu Chanel,
Blue Chanel, Blue Chanel,
Bleu Chanel, Bleu Chanel,
Blue Chanel, Blue Chanel,
Bleu Chanel, by myself what you felt,
Blue Chanel,
I can tell, and she look like she from hell
I’m that boy, what you smell,
Bleu Chanel, Bleu Chanel
Blue Chanel, Blue Chanel
Bleu Chanel, jordan twelves,
Blue Chanel, Jordan Twelves,
Gucci belt, take no Ls
Ditch yo clique, ring that bell,
Hop in that whip, hit excel
What you felt, I can tell,
And she look like she from hell
I’m that boy, what you smell,
Bleu Chanel, Bleu Chanel
Blue Chanel, Blue Chanel
[Verse 1]
I’ma coast for that bitch,
Do the most for that bitch
If I wife her here tonight
I’ll buy a ghost for that bitch
She just looking at my wrist
I know she check for that shit
If then diamonds aren’t kissing
Yo won’t even get a kiss
[Verse 2]
Okay she make me go crazy,
Feel like I’m scorsese
I direct her back in bed
Cuz she forever is my baby
Whole team feeling swazy,
Hotel pushing daisies
When I call home for my lady
That first topic always pay me
[Verse 3]
So I walk in the bitch
With a couple loose chains
Don’t press replay
Cuz you’d tuck them away
I don’t care what they say
i ain’t here for the games
when I pull up don’t wait
I’m in front with the safe
I’m take what I’m came for
Mans on the skateboard break
Cuz you weight more
Take four chop hit it fast
Don’t stop 5 shots 2Pac
She be good for camera
Not for the talk
[Verse 4]
So I’m back with the stick
I ain’t mean no gun
But I’ll take outta rapper
That was just for fun
Don’t hide just run don’t leave
Don’t come who the mans in the back
Don’t look face front
[Verse 5]
Girl you the one
Who was giving up problems
I don’t give a f**k for you
I’ma stop them
Take a man drop them
You the only option
Bags ima cop them
Look at what you got then
[Hook]
Bleu Chanel, Bleu Chanel,
Blue Chanel, Blue Chanel,
Bleu Chanel, Bleu Chanel,
Blue Chanel, Blue Chanel,
Bleu Chanel, Bleu Chanel,
Blue Chanel, Blue Chanel,
Bleu Chanel, by myself what you felt,
Blue Chanel,
I can tell, and she look like she from hell
I’m that boy, what you smell,
Bleu Chanel, Bleu Chanel
Blue Chanel, Blue Chanel
Bleu Chanel, jordan twelves,
Blue Chanel, Jordan Twelves,
Gucci belt, take no Ls
Ditch yo clique, ring that bell,
Hop in that whip, hit excel
What you felt, I can tell,
And she look like she from hell
I’m that boy, what you smell,
Bleu Chanel, Bleu Chanel
