Blink, Pt. 1

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?)