Don't Blink Lyrics

I fucked up again you nahm saying

I fucked up again you nahm saying

I don't give a shit, I'll make it hit anyway

Least I'm tryna channel my energy right you nahm saying

Gotta use your mind, gotta use your mind

Gotta channel it right yeah, you nahm saying

I fucked up again, but fuck it

I'm proud of what I did, I'm proud of myself, so you can get fucked anyway

I don't wanna hear you say that, say you run street

What you think?

I had non' out the birds eye just scraped outta that sink

10th grade where the shawtys at?

Had to act like they had flings

Now try hit my line

I get my money up, don't blink yeah

I'ma teach you how to think

I like shawty in the pink

She ask where my mink at, Gucci all on that print

Hit you out with that red dot, you were ridin' where my gangs hot

You let your man die, you ain't the man dawg

You a bitch for real, I might sign a deal

You ain't seen the streets, I was poppin' pills

You ain't into music, hear it in your raps

You was up on that lame shit

Got a choppa where you land, yeah

Right now I'm on snow, right now I'm on go

They know I got stress, money I overload yeah

Know they mad when I'm pullin' up

Cut you off I'm through with ya

Old friends try to hang out, they be runnin' back cause I'm blowin' up

I've been rappin' for like four years

Hit the lick when the road clear

You be grindin' for the Moncler

What's next cause I bought that

More rack in my body

Why the hell I do that? yeah, yeah

Homie asking for his boo back

Shawty want me go spend a bag what's the point if I ain't feel the vibe

Fuck the mans we got nothin' now

Rather stay low and I'll stay loud

Another hit on the way now, been a minute, I say it proud

Still runnin' up street, being in the trap

You ain't tryna make it out

I don't wanna hear you say that, say you run street

What you think?

I had non out the birds eye just scraped outta that sink

10th grade where the shawtys at?

Had to act like they had flings

Now try hit my line

I get my money up, don't blink yeah

I'ma teach you how to think

I like shawty in the pink

She ask where my mink at, Gucci all on that print

Hit you out with that red dot, you were ridin' where my gangs hot

You let your man die, you ain't the man dawg