Blind

Lyrics

Uh Uh uh Hey (Hey Shootbaby) Huh Hello Hello (Hello) Wait, what bitch!? (Damn, my fault) Damn, you keep callin me (What's up, Deedot) I made a song where I got a headache The reason why I'm talking quiet (quiet) I made a song.. damn forgot what I was about to say (damn) I caught a nigga lackin at McDonald's Made a nigga drop his fries If it's one of us, we gon keep spinning Lil nigga somebody dyin I might ride the plug, he tryna tax Wtf? 350 a line? (Wtf) He got a gun everywhere but in person We know where you gettin them irons Tell LG stop walkin in the bank My dawg got white collar crimes I got a Glock in a birdbox Sound like the blind still lеading the blind I up the iron and he flеd Call the man Sonic, ain't talkin the Hedge Got a lil Uzi, "Push me to the edge" Gimme my 200, you ain't Craig Got a lil bad bitch, I'm tryna egg ?, got my dawg in the Feds ?, not the same without me Bitch got tracks that's over her dreads I'm not tryin to talk, I ain't Ted 20 bands and he's gettin his head took Pitbull nigga, he's gettin his head shook Interrogation room, I dunno shit 12 asked? He got killed by a werewolf Jake Paul, we ain't throwin a left hook Nigga tippin, heard these niggas be shook He show me his gun, I'm like "damn, let me look" Put the same gun on his ass and we took it Shootbaby, still put on the hoodie Anime nigga, I turn into Luffy Empire, I'm still looking for Cookie Glove on, I took that shit out the oven Fucked up, put the stick on my cousin Big ass jugs for niggas keep judgin World War 2, nigga we in Russia Drac from L.A., lost ... I made a song where I got a headache The reason I'm talking quiet (quiet) I made a song.. damn forgot what I was about to say (damn) I caught a nigga lackin at McDonald's Made a nigga drop his fries If it's one of us, we gon keep spinning Lil nigga somebody dyin I might ride the plug, he tryna tax Wtf? 350 a line? (Wtf) He got a gun everywhere but in person We know where you gettin them irons Tell LG stop walkin in the bank My dawg got white collar crimes I got a Glock in a birdbox Sound like the blind still leading the blind