Blink, Pt. 1 Lyrics

Stab in the back, I'm not blind when I blink

Trust me, they don't like what I think

Cuss me, and I might just wink

Out your mouth, all I hear is stink

Pressing hard on the pedal, I don't wanna lose my grip

Dress in black, but no metal, no chains on my wrist

Fuck a groupie and fuck a brodie

I could give a fuck if they really know me

Talking much but doing less, don't see the truth so come and show me

Trying hocus pocus, all you do is bogus, act like you know us but you're a phoney

You sound nice, let's see how you move, now you trynna delude, think it'll throw me?

(Think it'll throw me? You think it'll throw me, right?)

Two weeks not recording

Clip the mic, it sound distorted

Black nail polish, paying homage

On sight is what I'm sporting

I got knowledge but I'm honest

Think I gotta move more modest

Be more cautious with my mind

Gotta take care of my conscience

Fuck that tarot bitch I could read my future on my own

Thank you for stalking my IG, stop sliding DMs in my phone

Don't need to buy me no minerals to try and cope when I'm alone

Stop praying for miracles

If you need something just get up and go

Don't turn around when I'm leaving

I'm going, I'm going, I'm going, I'm gone

Don't watch what I do, don't get distracted

Don't blink, just dry up your eyelids

All you do is label people, don't tell me what style is

All you do is trynna stack up the labels

Trynna act like your fashion got mileage

Hear a Carti song, don't know the lyrics

All you do is clubs don't act like you moshpit