BLINDFOLD (feat. FattMack & Lil Rae)

(Mari on the beat)

(Dxnte, you snapped on this one)

I seen this shit with my own two eyes, in a war, I know how this shit gon' get

I don't need no lyin'-ass bitch around me, if you know that you did it, then go and admit it

I'm tryna see what you lyin' for, 12 in the front, I'ma go out the side door

I done been around money for too long, I done started countin' this shit with my eye closed

You put me in a room full of money, I smell it, I swear I can put on a blindfold

My roster contain nothin' but fine hoes, gotta be ten out of ten for my lineup

I hate when a ho try to act confused, you know what it was when you signed up

This four-nick' gun, it's gon' fit in the mix, get popped, you ain't gettin' right up

And I love a slim bitch

Hold this Glock down for me, baby

And I love a real bitch

I'm outside makin' plays, but if you tell me come home, I'll come real quick

I'm off this Perc', but, girl, you turnin' me on, I'll cum real quick

These **** be some frauds, copycats, they some losers

He know that I'm gon' get her, that's why he so scared to lose her

Oh, you say that pussy tight, baby, I'ma make it looser

She come with her own money, better choose her

Yeah, she told me pull up and scoop her

I'm finna send her an Uber (Yeah)

If it go down, then I'ma shoot first

I'ma leave you hurt 'fore I ask a question (Yeah)

In this designer, you know we still steppin' (Yeah)

I made it out, ****, I came from nothin' (Yeah)

I dick the ho down, now she won't stop textin' me (Yeah)

Shit, I'm startin' to think she obsessed with me (Yeah)

I really got rich, ****, life is a blessin' (Blessing)

We used to rob, but that shit wasn't cool (Yeah)

Trusted a bitch and I learned my lesson (Yeah)

Now I don't trust shit but this tool

I swear, all the opps, they gon' die when we catch 'em (On God)

Lil' bitch hit me up, tryna link, but I'm cool on her (Yeah)

I walk with expensive-ass shoes on

One day, I might die if I move wrong (On God)

I seen this shit with my own two eyes, in a war, I know how this shit gon' get

I don't need no lyin'-ass bitch around me, if you know that you did it, then go and admit it

I'm tryna see what you lyin' for, 12 in the front, I'ma go out the side door

I done been around money for too long, I done started countin' this shit with my eye closed

You put me in a room full of money, I smell it, I swear I can put on a blindfold

My roster contain nothin' but fine hoes, gotta be ten out of ten for my lineup

I hate when a ho try to act confused, you know what it was when you signed up

This four-nick' gun, it's gon' fit in the mix, get popped, you ain't gettin' right up