BLIND Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Poppin' at 7 in the mornin

When you left bitch I aint get no warning

Fourth and long lil nigga we forming

Hit the trap got raided we, yeah

Yeah, when you left no I aint get no warning

Fourth and long lil nigga we forming

Poppin' a seal in the mornin

When you left bitch I aint get no warning

Fourth and long lil nigga we forming

Hit the trap, got raided, we swarmin

To the point I don't know how to feel

Off the henny, I'm swervin' the wheel

To the point I don't know if it's real

But I'm tryna stand strong, I ain't takin' no kneel

223's, sendin' shots to the field

Sippin' chugjug, popping a shield

All your feelings, you truly revealed, yeah

Usin' packs, smoking blunts just to heal

You get mad when I laugh, but I can't wipe the smurk off

Hidin' my health, this a dirt cough

When bro Sav passed away was the worst loss

Brodie sippin' the sprite with the purp sauce

In the stu spittin' lines, but I can't get the verse off

Heads or tails, hope that bro when the coin toss

Blueberry faygo, I'm feelin' like Mosey

Wearing Christian Dior bruh I'm holy

Miss them nights when my mother would hold me

Bro, sippin' on Codeine, I hate how he livin

Only takin' my love, you ain't givin

I'm that guy to the fam, like I'm Griffin

Spyder hoodie, I'm feelin' like Peter

Flu game, still rap with the fever

I'll be damned by a bitch like a beaver

If I give her love, then find out she a skeezer

If I give her my heart, then I just gotta leave her

If she playin' with my heart and I give her my love

Then I just gotta leave her, I just gotta leave her

I just gotta leave her, I just gotta leave her

I just gotta, I just gotta leave her

I just gotta, I just gotta, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Poppin at 7 in the morning

When you left bitch I aint get no warning

Fourth and long lil nigga we forming

Hit the trap, got raided, we swarming

To the point I don't know how to feel

Off the Henny, I'm swervin' the wheel

To the point I don't know if it's real

But I'm tryna sit strong, I ain't takin' no kneel

223's, sendin' shots to the field

Sippin' Chug Jug, poppin' a shield

All your feelings, you truly revealed, yeah

Using packs smoking blunts, just to heal

You get mad when I laugh, but I can't wipe the smirk off

Hiding my health this a dirt cough

When bro Sav passed away was the worst lost

Brodie sippin' the Sprite with the purp sauce

I be sippin' the Sprite with the, yeah

Bro be sippin' the Sprite with the purp sauce, yeah

I be sippin' the Sprite with the purp sauce

In the stu spitting line but I cant get the verse off