Chanel West Coast - Blueberry Chills lyrics

Strawberry fields, cranberry wheels, raspberry hillls, blueberry chills 4x This beat hit hard like mallets, 24, like karats I stay smoking raw, organics Like a chainsaw, trees vanish Tell me your name, so I can forget it I'm in the fast lane And you at the exit Blow past you b**hes While you blow for riches I ball hard like b**hes You holding on like stitches I'm taking off, no glitches You behind me like hitches Stay grinding like b**hes In the eye lens like snitches Cocaine white C's in the Mclaren Up all night These speakers blaring Keep it clean, like it's my parents, This my life, so you can stop staring Strawberry fields, cranberry wheels, raspberry hills, blueberry chills 4x b**h I got some blue Oh yeah I got some red Oh you ain't got my money? Then b**h I got your head And I got the heater under my bed Two seaters and I got jets I ain't wanna talk about numbers, Cause they might just call the feds I know you out of your mind And you know my pockets looking like lime You only wasting my time You a gangster online What you gonna do? Tweet at me? Take it to the hood b**h Let the streets have me Step up, I got a down b**h Ima call her I'm out of town with my ballers And if you talk big money then holla Lil fish, get ate hoe I'm drunk as sh** but I'm capable I see it all in your face hoe You aint high, you a fake hoe Strawberry fields, cranberry wheels, raspberry hills, blueberry chills 4x I don't need your opinion You softer than minion filet, baby Fake homies get sh**ted on Bossing, my flows be the tightest Flossing, like I had gingivitis Push back them hoes Release day they froze They on they toes, like tryna see the show Get in like, like you at the DMV I't' my time, YMCMB Homies need some checkin' Like they carrying a weapon Ain't no disrespecting But yo clothes look like they slept in Today you shoulda slept in The master flow Keep steppin Strawberry fields, cranberry wheels, raspberry hills, blueberry chills 4x