Blissful

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh woah, yeah (Yeah) Oh woah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] We run around town Me and Cayo are smokin' on grabba, hit if you want some Feel like TayK, I do the race, then take you for ransom No Lil' Tecca, 2-0, that is a record You want your girl, come get her (Uh) Yeah, yeah, ah, under the weather I got chop on me, yeah, a Beretta You and your niggas sip green Your bitch sippin' on the red, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Uh, yeah Girl, you know that I do miss you Think I don't, 'cause I don't kiss you I got a side piece, I'm talkin' pistol She blow my dick like a whistle Me and Cay' sippin' on Tris, yeah When I see you, bae, I'm blissful Talkin' 'bout bread, got a fistful (Damn, damn) I just stack bread, I'm a shooter Keep a rocket at your medulla (Yeah, ooh yeah) I keep a BK on me, nigga, not talkin' 'bout Rula Think that you better than me, nigga, well, you is a fool, uh Said he want a feat', yeah, for the fee I got a bad bitch that's on me Me and the gang smokin' on trees I ain't been sober in a week, uh, uh High as fuck, smokin' weed, uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus] We run around town Me and Cayo are smokin' on grabba, hit if you want some Feel like TayK, I do the race, then take you for ransom No Lil' Tecca, 2-0, that is a record You want your girl, come get her (Uh) Yeah, yeah, ah, under the weather I got chop on me, yeah, a Beretta You and your niggas sip green Your bitch sippin' on the red, uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro] Oh woah, yeah (Yeah) Oh woah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah