Blinded
I call my brodie "IG"
Cause at the store he gone post up
Having champagne dreams bout the day when we toast up
For the rap niggas thinking they was up, that was so luck
She be lying chicken little, but the bitch is a whole duck
Reminisce on old shit but baby that was just a week ago
(You ain't even gotta bring up old shit)
Trade my current bitch in for a rebate and a freaky hoe
(I got a mail in rebate and a freaky bitch)
Seen my diamonds was shining she told me it's blinding
(Blinding)
Put my hand in her jeans that's some wonderful timing
Nah I'm lying let me go head
You can't even come and spend the night
I got no bed
But back to the Instagram niggas they is so fed
I'ma call em gluten free, cause I know he got no bread
If I ain't got my bike ima slide on a moped
Once I hit her with the dick I bet she never call me Slim Jim
Oh I'm the nigga in the streets who they be talking bout'
I'm him him
Don't never go and speak on nothing if it happened back in High School
I know this nigga was a rat, and he got kids, I hope the mice cool
I know some niggas that can fix anything, with the right tool
You spent yo whole check on diamonds
I just see it as a nice jewel
I know you shaking to this song moment silence for the booty
But I appreciate your essence, moment silence for ya' beauty
Ok that was too smooth
Blue bag of triangle chips
Bitch I'm too cool
Separate from the other niggas, they fu-fu
Say she want another bag, she just tryna get cha-nu-nu
She finna go to Florida cause she tryna get some new boobs
She gone put it on a payment plan, do what you do boo
Then she ask if ima help
I said who?
She said who you
Had to tell her
Oo I'm getting off subject fuck
Man the niggas that I used to be in school with they so wack
How the baby in the school running laps round' the whole track
Rap niggas in the industry
Fighting for they soul back
You was eager for that deal
Now you crying "why they hold back"
I ain't even got time cause these niggas a waste theirs
You can't stand me?
Get a chair and a table from Wayfair
And my circle is a dot, these niggas is straight square
Find a spot stay there
Bad energy ain't here
Bad energy ain't here
Yeah
Bad energy ain't here
Yeah
Bad energy ain't here
Cause at the store he gone post up
Having champagne dreams bout the day when we toast up
For the rap niggas thinking they was up, that was so luck
She be lying chicken little, but the bitch is a whole duck
Reminisce on old shit but baby that was just a week ago
(You ain't even gotta bring up old shit)
Trade my current bitch in for a rebate and a freaky hoe
(I got a mail in rebate and a freaky bitch)
Seen my diamonds was shining she told me it's blinding
(Blinding)
Put my hand in her jeans that's some wonderful timing
Nah I'm lying let me go head
You can't even come and spend the night
I got no bed
But back to the Instagram niggas they is so fed
I'ma call em gluten free, cause I know he got no bread
If I ain't got my bike ima slide on a moped
Once I hit her with the dick I bet she never call me Slim Jim
Oh I'm the nigga in the streets who they be talking bout'
I'm him him
Don't never go and speak on nothing if it happened back in High School
I know this nigga was a rat, and he got kids, I hope the mice cool
I know some niggas that can fix anything, with the right tool
You spent yo whole check on diamonds
I just see it as a nice jewel
I know you shaking to this song moment silence for the booty
But I appreciate your essence, moment silence for ya' beauty
Ok that was too smooth
Blue bag of triangle chips
Bitch I'm too cool
Separate from the other niggas, they fu-fu
Say she want another bag, she just tryna get cha-nu-nu
She finna go to Florida cause she tryna get some new boobs
She gone put it on a payment plan, do what you do boo
Then she ask if ima help
I said who?
She said who you
Had to tell her
Oo I'm getting off subject fuck
Man the niggas that I used to be in school with they so wack
How the baby in the school running laps round' the whole track
Rap niggas in the industry
Fighting for they soul back
You was eager for that deal
Now you crying "why they hold back"
I ain't even got time cause these niggas a waste theirs
You can't stand me?
Get a chair and a table from Wayfair
And my circle is a dot, these niggas is straight square
Find a spot stay there
Bad energy ain't here
Bad energy ain't here
Yeah
Bad energy ain't here
Yeah
Bad energy ain't here
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Writer(s): Khiry Yameini-thomas
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