Blank ft. GUS Lyrics

It's motherfuckin' hard, K.J

Hurt I never thought you would've snaked me how you did

More upset I hesitated shoulda fucked you and yo friends

Still on wassa' name, I kept her bent over

You was gon' OD to numb the pain but I ain't been sober, wait

Miss a bag, you know I can't

If she bad, expensive taste

I'ma smash if she got bank

I can't act like I'ma give a fuck 'bout you or what you think

Cuz you'll never how deep it was to come up out the blank nigga

What he say

I know more than crime

Mortifying, mamas crying

Baby boy enjoy his time

Know it's time

Greedy bitches topping me ignoring signs

Camera shy, bitch won't get a Birkin

'Till I know it's mine

They bullied you I told em pay me for they homework

For they let me gas I had to burn it on the stove first

I was like 15 when KD showed me how the stove work

Now I'm fighting demons hoe my soul hurt

We out the mud

How it really was

Yeah I thank the lord

And I thank my plug

Pressure kept me calm

Royalty in my blood

Bitch get in my way I'm gon' get rid of him

I don't play

Nvti you be turnt like you need Ritalin

You don't say

120 I skate away from Jake

We skipped the court dates

Crackers caught me down in Morgan County

How he ain't escape

My shawty and lil bro was up in the whip

I ain't want them in no chase, fuck

Hurt I never thought you would've snaked me how you did

More upset I hesitated shoulda fucked you and yo friends

Still on wassa' name, I kept her bent over

You was gon' OD to numb the pain but I ain't been sober, wait

Miss a bag, you know I can't

If she bad, expensive taste

I'ma smash if she got bank

I can't act like I'ma give a fuck 'bout you or what you think

Cuz you'll never how deep it was to come up out the blank nigga

I can't never trick myself and put my all into my bitch

If she like it, then I love it

Give a damn about what you think

'Cause I'd rather put my trust off in this motherfuckin' switch

I ain't tryna chase a sack

Bitch I been laughin' to the bank

I can't speak on such and such

I don't know lil' what's-her-name

I don't worry about what they doin'

They wanna know the price of fame

Okay, I fucked lil' whoopty whoop

I ain't even speak about it

He told a partner of my partner that he want some heat about it

Bitches come and bitches go

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Say he ready to die about that pussy

Gon' and tag his toe

Forty in my pocket

Know I say that shit on every song

Every time I leave the house, I grab that bitch and hope I make it home

I can't let up off that gas

I'm on they ass for real, for real

I done seen my partner make a hundred thousand without a deal

I done went to sleep a couple nights without eatin' a meal

Have you ever seen them bricks inside them trenches

For real, for real, for real

Oh he just talkin'

He ain't never heard them fuckin' bullets fly

Ma tryn' pay the bill

All she do is cry

I would just a youngin

Used to sit back and wonder why

Yeah

This some young godly shit

No, for real, for real

Bitch, you got to feel this shit