Blind To The BS ft. Cruzz214 Lyrics

Plot in front of me a pound, I sold it in a week

I was out of town, net, workin' to a leak

This shit get real, man, this shit ain't for the weak

Finesse you out your pockets, nigga, we pay per kick

It's principle behind that money, nigga

This shit deep, this shit deep, nigga

Yeah, okay

Bruno said he should've bought you flowers, but I'd rather buy time

Time is money, then I'm gettin' every motherfuckin' dime

This God's plan, nigga, this ain't motherfuckin' mine

Feelin' like a motherfuckin' shock in this prime

You say what you gon' do, but I'm blind to the bullshit

I'm really tryna get right, but you tryna be hood

Rock all that talkin', they ain't never understood shit

Think I give a fuck or two who you niggas good with

I just need to breach, fuck the other bullshit

Cuttin' off a leash, you love to talk a lot, your ass need to preach

Tryna get close to God in them streets

He tryna earn us fuckin' stripes like a Z

Bruh fuckin' up the game, he been at it all week

Fuckin' with these lames, these hoes'll do anything for a piece of change

Got two sticks, two blisters, two glocks

Two sticks, two dicks, and a fuckin' mouth

Weezy in this bitch, this ain't the fuckin' drought

Fuckin' up the games, this is for the fuckin' clout

Bitch, you ain't really on that shit you really say you on, nigga

You ain't really on that shit you really say you on, nigga

Push a nigga's shit back like a drop top

Brody got to lap each other, make it hot, Scott

If you ain't suckin' dick, bitch, kick rocks

I stay cool, but this shit'll get hot

Get the whole strip hot, and then we double back

Kill that shit, we dead on the huts before they build a case

Bout that money and respect, bitch, we'll pull a case

On him, still on paper, so we got him through a fuckin' race

And we standin' on our ten, movin' hella militant

You ain't really on that shit you really say you on, nigga

You ain't really on that shit you really say you on, nigga

Bruno said he should've bought you flowers, but I rise about time

If time is money, then I'm gettin' every motherfuckin' dime

This God-planned nigga, this ain't motherfuckin' mine

Feelin' like a motherfuckin' shot, gettin' his pride

You say what you gon' do, but I'm blind to the bullshit

I'm really tryna get right, but you tryna be hood

Ruck all that talk, and they ain't never understood shit

Think I give a fuck or two who you niggas good with

You ain't really on that shit you really say you on

You ain't really on that shit you really say you on

You ain't really on that shit you really say you on