Blankin Lyrics

No thoughts yea I'm blankin

Hot box yea we baking

Nigga want my old hoe I don't care but still like what you thinkin

Uh, I done ran it up, collar on yea I'm Franklin

Uh, grimy season, no words no thoughts yea I'm blankin

I was born to tell it how it is not tell it how it was

Nobody wanna work, rather replace it and have some fun

Saying this but doing that, so tell me what you really want

Who was playing fair I'm pulling to the squabble with some drums

Aye uh

I'm just getting started double back and then we spin again

What's the motive, kicking back or getting chicken who gone win

Man, what the fuck you talking about ain't got no bands

Man, what the fuck you talking about ain't got no bands

How I roll the blunt sometimes it happen ain't even use my hands

Step up to the plate go bar for bar what happened nigga ran

Why she on my dick last time I checked this bitch done had a mans

No thoughts yea I'm blankin

Hot box yea we baking

Nigga want my old hoe I don't care but still like what you thinkin

Uh, I done ran it up, collar on yea I'm Franklin

Uh, grimy season, no words no thoughts yea I'm blankin

I was born to tell it how it is not tell it how it was

Dealing with the goofy shit I'm sick and tired, had enough

Walking contradiction couldn't listen always telling bluff

Damn, baby I done seen it, falling out of love

Keep a hand in pocket pump faking for what another bluff

Man, anyways let me just get on the beat and really switch it up

Started off talking on the phone

We only link once and she ready go home

Look at my back and its chrome

Whole lot of designer in my closet I'm ready to put on

I don't be talking I rather just listen

Just sit back they always gone tell on themselves

Never been tripping, been getting this chicken

The man above is the one that I be thanking

She got a body unstable mentally

I been here before and I know its gone fail

Seen it before why he do it again it ain't making no sense no thoughts I'm blankin

No thoughts yea I'm blankin

Hot box yea we baking

Nigga want my old hoe I don't care but still like what you thinkin

Uh, I done ran it up collar on yea I'm Franklin

Uh, grimy season no words no thoughts yea I'm blankin