BLINDFOLD (feat. Lil Baby)

Wheezy outta here Wheezy outta here Yeah Verse 1: Gunna Gunna spittin' words like a mothafuckin' poet Poor Told 'em, Press start, I'ma go ahead and record Go ahead and record Push one button, I could close up the doors Yeah Made a few millions, give a fuck about the Forbes Uh-huh Drippin' all the children, nigga, used to couldn't afford 'Ford I was in the trenches rockin' Gucci and Dior BET was trippin', how I didn't get an award How You got me a annoyed Double park the Urus, I'll pull up, 'Ventador Skrrt Travel like a tourist, had to fly to Bora Bora Show's around one-fifty, but they paid a lil' more More Me and Wheezy wave, fuckin' bitches on the shore Wave We ain't come to play, is you with it, are you sure Nuh-uh Smokin' like a train, you can smell it in my pores Shh Cup full of codeine, you can smell it when I pour Smell it when I pour How'd I drink this all I'm spendin' on designer when I'm shoppin' in New York Designer Goin' shoppin' one stop 'fore I stop at the resort Resort You gon' never get it if your feature money short Nuh-uh Wake up to a threesome in the penthouse on the Nawf Yeah Rick Owens denims, show my sneakers like they shorts Rick Owens Gunna spit venom, you can hear it in his voice Venom Tried me and I killed him, I didn't really have no choice I'm showin' no remorse Chorus: Gunna with Lil Baby Can't see nothin' but the money like a blindfold Two watches 'cause I'm in two different time zones She like the way I fuck her, have her mind blown She stalkin', had to let her hear the dial tone I'm crissin' with these crosses yeah, it's all chrome We cookin' with that chopper, send your dawg home Been livin', I'ma paint the Bentley rose gold Beginnin' and we headed up a long road Verse 2: Lil Baby Yeah Long road You can hear the money in my voice 'Ventador, 2020, I ain't have a choice And I got a Urus, we the Lamborghini Boys I been gettin' millions, I ain't trippin' 'bout awards, yeah Watchin' what I do, I got endorsements Certified dripper, me and Gunna walk on water, yeah Middle finger ring cost a quarter Prolly one the flyest young niggas out of Georgia I been goin' in, all you gotta do is record me Niggas actin' like bitches, always keepin' shit corny Get a nigga whacked for a new pair of Jordans Hoppin' on the plane, I'm landin' in the mornin' Niggas ain't gang, nah, I'll never let 'em join us How you go from Section 8 to ridin' in a foreign I'm only gon' hit it and forget it if it's borin' I been sippin' syrup all day, just pourin' Sold out dates, back to back like I'm tourin' I just left the house, came in BAPE floors I ain't miss the Jordans for this pair of Diors Youngin' on fire, I ain't passin' the torch I was hood rich, now I passed 'em on Forbes Yeah, nigga tried to play me like a toy, damn Now I feel bad for your boy, yeah Chorus: Gunna Can't see nothin' but the money like a blindfold Two watches 'cause I'm in two different time zones She like the way I fuck her, have her mind blown She stalkin', had to let her hear the dial tone I'm crissin' with these crosses yeah, it's all chrome We cookin' with that chopper, send your dawg home Been livin', I'ma paint the Bentley rose gold Beginnin' and we headed up a long road