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YN Jay

Blind Em

 

Blind Em


[Lil Yachty:]
(Oooh, Sav killed it)
Yuh, grrr
Boat

Aye, think I'm in love with my bitch momma
Red rag wrapped around the head like I work for Osama
My bitch pussy bald head look like Dalai Lama
Who got the percs I need f-f-fifteen
My asian bitch rich and bold London Tipton
How the fuck cop knew that bro someone tipped him
Soon as we find out bet that we dip him
Heard that the opps got locked up we gon' bond him
Huh, we gon' find him, tie him up and grind him
These niggas dick sucking what I thought I signed him
Would shine some light on him but it might blind him
Aye, I need a 8th of wo'
Never leave the house I'm strapped boy you know I keep my pole
Chopstick on me and it sing like Nat King Cole
Nigga think he flexing money boy I seen mo'
Nigga think he flexing big hoes we fucked em before
Shoutsout YN Jay I know he gon' get the Rolls
Aye it's big boat, play with me I stick tote
Ain't no sick note, finna get me a Rick coat
I do not tip toe I'm good where I walk
Miss me some wok keep some wok in the stock
Jet skis at the dock got a boat by the jet skis
Been fucking bitches since the Gameboy SP
Been fucking bitches since a nigga was a lil' one
Playing with my name imma make a nigga feel sumn' on God

[YN Jay:]
I ain't finna make no band I got a real drum
Perky got me biting down like it was real gum
Oh they said the opps in the party imma still come
Call of Duty only difference is I got a real gun
I can say some smart shit make you feel dumb
If I beat your doonies down you gon' feel numb
I don't wanna buy that pint if it ain't sealed up
I'm finna put your bitch out I think I smelled something
Niggas waiting on they stimulus like "when the mail coming?"
Nigga you do not own shit like "when the bills coming?"
Damn, my battery's going dead got my scale jumping
Phone slapping all day I got sales coming
I was posed to be there at 11, it's like 12 something
Why the fuck you flashing 5 thousand, that ain't real money
You can't jugg me if I was blind I can feel money
I can't bring young dog around he'll steal something
Draco with a banana clip I'll peel something
I just threw a party yesterday and it's still jumping
Coach said shoot it from the 3 but I still dunked it

Yachty man, why you do that man?

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