BLE$$ YOU INTRO

[Intro]
Bless you
And you know I make it back, ooh (Okay)
She just hope-, okay

[Verse]
Spend it all and make it back, she just hope I make it back
Sellin' paraphernalia and pistols, I made way more than rap
I said it, I don't wanna take it back, these stakes is high, I raised the bet
The work sold out, we made it stretch, involvin' the bag, we break ya neck
I'm tryna be better, I'm takin' steps, but the hollow-tip playin' ping pong and it's chess
I got the dead presidentials on deck, I got the guns and the straps on deck
Bitch, I'm connected, the plugs on deck
Designer, a walk-in closet, that's on deck
Bad bitches never seem to let go, gang-gang on set, go (Hold up)
Spent a couple thousand, my neck glow
Bubble crack, got a check slow
Bug with 20 eyes, nigga, get low
Bullseye, this gon' hit home
225 for a good zone, made 25 off a flip phone
This was way before VLONE, when homie told me 'bout the P. Stones
Snappin' Infinity Stones, clear the body and clean the bones
Skeletons in your closet, whoa, there's some things that we need to know
The way I live, I need to show
Can't take advice if he went broke
Is that yo' nigga? 'Cause he's a joke
I hate cigarettes but I need the smoke
Shake the wheel with no hands while I'm rollin' up dope
PTSD, how a young nigga cope
On the real runnin' straight, yeah, a nigga on a roll
Ice on my wrist and ice on my throat
Ice on my teeth you can see through the smoke
I never write but it's "murder" she wrote
$1100 for some Off-White [?]
Bust a rhyme, told her give me some more
I'm on some shit, you ain't seen it before
Those keys locked in your car, I Jimmy'd the door
Candlelight, teddy bear, [?] the Henny pro [?]
I'm never run-in' out of ammunition, rockin' Jordan 6's, Cactus Jack edition
Tryna break me and Bricky up, ayy, y'all sound like a [?]
Feel like 50, paranoid of many men, that's why we keep many guns
It was in a [?], cleaner than a whistle, we ain't really have many funds
Ain't no bullshittin', painted the shit silver and the bitch still smelled it on us
Pour a dog liquor on a dog liver, I can hear it sizzle 'til the shit bust
I was all faded, feel like Darth Vader, I'm your daddy, nigga, call the check up
Pour this Paul Masson for the pall bearer so it's apocalypse when I pop up
She in the beehive tryna pollinate, I'm tryna politic on the next blunt
Pop this pill, I call Apollo station, they'll take you out this world
Sticks and drums makin' a band, methods how to make a band
Army plug sold me a gun so big, it got a camera stand
Hold the rap hostage, it's gettin' bodied, save me demand
You pessimistic, think the gun'll jam, I don't, let the dummy glam
Get easily distracted, I chuckle soon as I see money, man
Bullets size of Kawhi, the bored guy, he's a funny man
To those window shopping', shoot outside before the door get dancin'
Foreign bitch get on my nerves, she's an imported cancer
Top-notch, she get the pole work, but I get bored with dancing'
Block hot, we make that pole work, you get no advances
One Glock shot, you need to soul search, I got loaded weapons
I make the opps drop, no show box, I get the soles collected
Hotbox, pour up the lean, or Snotty Nose your preference
I got whatever you need, all payment forms accepted

[Outro]
Bless you (9-2-56)
On deck (Haha)
Bess You
Snot