Blindman Lyrics

Dreads swinging on my head like a octi

Hit them with one verse make them all die

I still can't master my mind

I ain't tryna be the good or the bad guy

I'm tryna get out of my head

Can't worry about wasted time

Life got me moving fast like a nascar

I been moving hella weight like a freight car

Still can't get my hand out the cookie jar

Know me its the Holy Ghost avatar

Know me and D Lil could go bar for bar

Donnbemovin Z8 that's a shooting star

Mavis in the cut on her jaguar

No fucks pull up in a sports car

No fucks put the drift in the nascar

Man you built like a penguin, Madagascar

He really being so soft but the gat hard

He really being so soft, really being lame

Why you looking so shook why you looking scared

Eating motherfucking fruit I ain't talking pears

And it look like a flame, like a fucking flare

Like a motherfucking stick and its finna get lit

Boutta pull up with the chopper and you're finna get hit

And you making all this money off the motherfucking bricks

Why you eating on a candy, why you eating on a snicker

Body feeling tipsy, motherfucking liquor

Got the pizza and you know I'm finna flip, yeah

That bitch was stepping really hard in them motherfucking kicks, yeah

Bitch looking so fine got me biting on my lip, yeah

Pull up with the stick then I let it fucking hit, yeah

Dreads swinging on my head like a octi

Hit them with one verse make them all die

I still can't master my mind

I ain't tryna be the good or the bad guy

I'm tryna get out of my head

Can't worry about wasted time

I'm tryna get out of my head, aye, aye, aye, aye

Dreads swinging on my head like a octi

Hit them with one verse make them all die

I still can't master my mind

I ain't tryna be the good or the bad guy

I'm tryna get out of my head

Can't worry about wasted time

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, okay!

Okay, oh no

Fuck on your hoe

And you know I'm bout to chill with my bro's

Stay with the motherfucking figgity-flow

I'm hanging with pop, I look in your eyes

I'm getting so hungry I'm wanting some fries

He's asleep on the couch, oh yeah he gone lie

She's sleep on the couch suck on her nips

She's suck on my dick on yeah she gone grip

She hang with my guys, I'm putting her on

Leave me alone, get off my flow

I look really young but act like I'm grown

He changing the dates, oh yeah he gone 'pone

High in the sky like a fucking drone

That internet shit, they thinking 'bout clones

20 piece ain't talking talking no nuggets

Ain't got the time told that bitch fuck it

Got work to do tryna reach the summit

Sike dingaling all in her stomach

My pinky ring is diamond flooded

I'm whipping cali in a bucket

ACED gang and lousy boyz causing ruckus

Like how you pivot when life plummet

Aye shoutout nova that my cousin

I flip a single to a dozen

I get the dough blueberry muffin

I'm making something out of something

Oh-no

My life in slow-mo

Vlog my life on this go-pro

Till my life ain't here no more, Z

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye, aye, aye, aye

Imma, imma, imma, imma, imma

Imma say it one time that I ain't the one to fuck with

Wonton eating, finger licking, scrumptious

Take her to my lair now its time for consumption

Late night pop balloons I'm popping pumpkins

Late night we on point like a fucking needle

A.C.E.D super live, we like the fucking beetles

Battle between good and evil, you know it ain't equal

My God already got the keys this low key just a sequel

Got the diesel in my tank its time to go to war

Feel like twilight zone I'm stepping through the fucking door

Earth is temporary I'm talking forevermore

I'm a beetle standing, looking at dinosaur

Got the pump and it ain't little, told the bitch eskettit

Told the bitch I dance with death but I ain't pessimistic

We running up the work, we running up the logistics

They want me dead, they say it's love but then sit back and wish it

I'm 'bout to get a new bitch then I fucking ditch it

I'm really messing with your mind finna fucking twist it

She spinning on my fucking dick like a fucking fidget

She bend it over then she let a nigga fucking hit it

She bend it over then she let a nigga fucking dive

We in the marathon running in the fucking miles

Bout to shoot me with a gun, shank him with a knife

He talking shit I'm just chilling with his fucking wife

Imma say it one time that I ain't the one to fuck with

Wonton eating, finger licking, scrumptious

Take her to my lair now its time for consumption

Late night pop balloons I'm popping pumpkins

Imma say it one time that I ain't the one to fuck with

Wonton eating, finger licking, scrumptious

Take her to my lair now its time for consumption

Late night pop balloons I'm popping, aye

And its motherfucking popping, aye, uh

And its motherfucking popping, aye, yuh

And its motherfucking popping, aye, yuh

And its motherfucking popping, aye