Blink

Ha
What I'm tryna' tell ya
What I'm tryna' tell ya

Whole gang sliding in black trucks I could never up and go alone
Going fast on the I-ten know we bringing it home

Once I gotta pick the racks up know we bringing that home

We bringing it home we do this shit all for the team
Can't pick up the phone unless they talking bout' the green
He pick up the phone you know he cook him Paula Dean
It just take that one call you could be gone in a blink

Neck too cold I might fuck around change the weather up yeah
Designer clothes put that shit on walking on a runway
Ya I been on I been counting paper I ain't never folding
Yea I been chose ever since I born came out the womb since beginning
All these new clothes getting drippy
Nigga don't move with intentions
Niggas in class in detention
I got these racks pay attention
Niggas be cap better mention
Niggas they hoes be on fan shit
My rollie don't TikTok its dancing

What I'm tryna' tell ya
What I'm tryna' tell ya

Whole gang sliding in black trucks I could never up and go alone
Going fast on the I-ten know we bringing it home
Once I gotta pick the racks up know we bringing that home

We bringing it home we do this shit all for the team
Can't pick up the phone unless they talking bout' the green
He pick up the phone you know he cook him Paula Dean
It just take that one call you could be gone in a blink



Credits
Writer(s): Stash Guapo
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