Blind
They don't want to see me shine
Bought a new mouth that'll leave you blind
Yea I just dropped a dime
Stopped in LA so I bought the new kind
Boy you done lost your mind
Fuck with my money choppa leave you dyed
Got OFF-WHITE on my feet
Hop in my spaceship watch me fly
Heart next my letters
Yea she a flirt but I leave her wetter
Thousand dollar sweater
You got the same shit but I wore it better
Yea she call me reckless
I text her phone and she down for whatever
She play with my necklace
Ain't taking em off when we together
I just dropped 2 rack on some coats cause I'm cold as shit
Yea my house a mess but my pockets full just roll with it
I don't sip on codiene but this acid got me high as shit
Running up on me boy you brave I make the choppa spit
I drip her out in Chanel
Gucci lapel
You ain't need more that
Room service at the hotel
Loving the smell
I still ain't getting fat
Yea I'm staking my bread
Ten to the head
Pockets growing fast
Yea you need a g
Ain't nothing to me
Go ahead do the math
They don't want to see me shine
Bought a new mouth that'll leave you blind
Yea I just dropped a dime
Stopped in LA so I bought the new kind
Boy you done lost your mind
Fuck with my money choppa leave you dyed
Got OFF-WHITE on my feet
Hop in my spaceship watch me fly
Heart next my letters
Yea she a flirt but I leave her wetter
Thousand dollar sweater
You got the same shit but I wore it better
Yea she call me reckless
I text her phone and she down for whatever
She play with my necklace
Ain't taking em off when we together
Bought a new mouth that'll leave you blind
Yea I just dropped a dime
Stopped in LA so I bought the new kind
Boy you done lost your mind
Fuck with my money choppa leave you dyed
Got OFF-WHITE on my feet
Hop in my spaceship watch me fly
Heart next my letters
Yea she a flirt but I leave her wetter
Thousand dollar sweater
You got the same shit but I wore it better
Yea she call me reckless
I text her phone and she down for whatever
She play with my necklace
Ain't taking em off when we together
I just dropped 2 rack on some coats cause I'm cold as shit
Yea my house a mess but my pockets full just roll with it
I don't sip on codiene but this acid got me high as shit
Running up on me boy you brave I make the choppa spit
I drip her out in Chanel
Gucci lapel
You ain't need more that
Room service at the hotel
Loving the smell
I still ain't getting fat
Yea I'm staking my bread
Ten to the head
Pockets growing fast
Yea you need a g
Ain't nothing to me
Go ahead do the math
They don't want to see me shine
Bought a new mouth that'll leave you blind
Yea I just dropped a dime
Stopped in LA so I bought the new kind
Boy you done lost your mind
Fuck with my money choppa leave you dyed
Got OFF-WHITE on my feet
Hop in my spaceship watch me fly
Heart next my letters
Yea she a flirt but I leave her wetter
Thousand dollar sweater
You got the same shit but I wore it better
Yea she call me reckless
I text her phone and she down for whatever
She play with my necklace
Ain't taking em off when we together
Credits
Writer(s): Parker Minckler
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