Blind AF Lyrics

Yea

I was trippin didn't listen I was deaf

I was blinded by the love

Hold up, take a second to reflect on what the bitch had really said

I'm thinkin now it makes sense

Oh that's for real what you meant?

All this opp shit you been pulling getting to my head

I'm off roxy, I can't even seem to go to bed

Ex bitch super toxic, she tell all her friends

The feeling make me nauseous, the inside of me dead

The percs not sitting right

I think I'm about to throw up

Celebrate to my success we bout to pour up

I mix the Hennessy with pills & add some more drugs

Fuck some the people in my city, ain't show no love

I know, my demons conversations

They know, damn well that I'm gon make it

They tryna, find a way my soul to take it

I won't, let them, deny the face, I won't

Can't talk I'm in Turks

Money out the ass all this motherfuckin work

I done put in, sharing damn dividends

With my god damn friends, give 'em cash when they want

Purp marijuana what I pack in the blunt

So much money I can spend it when I want

No not dummy I got money in the front

Oh my, whole lotta hunnids in a month

Bad bitch wanna dance on the dance floor

I'm just flowing through the cash flow

I got friends, why ya ask tho?

Hold up, you wan do some things up in the bathroom?

She like, "I was bout to ask you"

I got this hoe in the bag ooh

We can barely fit inside the stall, she wan suck it still

Want like 300 droptop's just for fun & thrills

I want a billi in my bank I ain't frontin, chill

Watch me turn this whole rap shit to my play field

Oh I ain't mention, I want a mansion

I want a couple bad hoes in there dancing

Watch me do this free shit

I ain't cappin

Ima fly off the map, no Aladdin l

This to all the bums listening, am I bragging?

I don't give a fuck, rhetorical, I ain't asking

I been on the hunt, like Dora I'm tryna catch it

All these bitches clones, it kinda look like we matching

I was trippin didn't listen I was deaf

I was blinded by the love

Hold up, take a second to reflect on what the bitch had really said

I'm thinkin now it makes sense

Oh that's for real what you meant?

All this opp shit you been pulling getting to my head

I'm off roxy, I can't even seem to go to bed

Ex bitch super toxic, she tell all her friends

The feeling make me nauseous, the inside of me dead

The percs not sitting right

I think I'm about to throw up

Celebrate to my success we bout to pour up

I mix the Hennessy with pills & add some more drugs

Fuck some the people in my city, ain't show no love

I know, my demons conversations

They know, damn well that I'm gon make it

They tryna, find a way my soul to take it

I won't, let them, deny the face, I won't