Video All Blue Don Cs Reference de Young Thug 2025 Cristiana Lyrics

Young Thug - All Blue Don Cs Reference Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, let me hear that ho, Jeff

[Chorus: Bump J]
I'm in traffic, crack it, I don't pass it, I be to the head
When I'm through trappin', yo' lil' ratchet bitch gon' top me 'til I'm
Dead
Ball, I need a jersey on me, they wish murda' on me
I'm not worried, feel like Stephen Curry with that thirty on me

[Verse 1: Bump J]
6-0-6, G-O-D, one-and-done
Boy, I hope you brung your gun
We don't do no one-on-ones
Rose gold logo, told G-Money make it super chunky
New Givenchy, I just caught a homi' in these all Blue Don C's
Bros so rocky, froze, I know the watch looked like I photoshopped it
Know you plottin', just don’t be no talkin' whеn that pogo poppin'
V12, scratchin' off on one time, boss don't cross that gun line, bump grind
Gеt them chickens, flip them bitches like they done a one side, don't I?

[Chorus: Bump J]
I'm in traffic, crack it, I don't pass it, I be to the head
When I'm through trappin', yo' lil' ratchet bitch gon' top me 'til I'm dead
Ball, I need a jersey on me, they wish murda' on me
I'm not worried, feel like Stephen Curry with that thirty on me
[Verse 2: Bump J]
Woo, woo, zero to sixty in that sixspeed, I am gone
You take a look inside my dome, nobody's home
Man, I'm tweakin', I just ran through these blue bands too easy
Damn, I'm freezin', I just caught a homi' in these brand new Yeezys
Very nice, woke up next to Kim K, this must be paradise
What heaven's like, girl, if the head is right, I am there every night
Donda, Off-White, all Blue Don C's
Fuck your weight, it's a tsunami
Number one me
I feel like Mike dancin' with them zombies
Yandhi

[Chorus: Bump J]
I'm in traffic, crack it, I don't pass it, I be to the head
When I'm through trappin', yo' lil' ratchet bitch gon' top me 'til I'm
Dead
Ball, I need a jersey on me, they wish murda' on me
I'm not worried, feel like Stephen Curry with that thirty on me

[Verse 3: Young Thug & Bump J]
Woo, woo, G-S-G, E-S-C, 071
Boy, I hope you brung your gun
We don't do no one-on-ones
Shit can get nasty (Eh), me? I get to whammin' (Yeah)
I make it vanish (I make it), wrist like Titanic (Wrist like Titanic)
I'm in a coupe (I'm in a, skrrt), I just been crammin' (I just been crammin')
And it was yellow (And it was a what?), it was a xanny (Ha)
I couldn't crash (I couldn't crash), and I wouldn't last (I couldn't crash)
Diamonds are yellow, (What?), but I wan' tan it (Slatt)
Look in her eyes, (Look in her eyes), think I'm her daddy (That's mine)
I hold her hostage (And what?), in a G-Wagon (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm rockin' a Richie Millie (Slatt), I'm in the mix, nigga (Woo)
I got a sky pad (Sky pad), right at the Ritz, nigga (Woo)
If it ain't checks, nigga (What?), you talkin' 'bout bricks, nigga (You talkin' 'bout bricks)
I got the same name as the butler, but the difference, I'm rich (Nigga)
Let's go