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Osamason - Blink Lyrics

[Intro]
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)

[Chorus]
Still pourin' up—, still pourin' up two liter
Ni-nigga, I ain't never give a fuck, I don't need her
It's me and Glock in a damn two-seater
I-I hit a block and you know that I'm beamin', yeah
I was turnt up on the weekend
VETEMENTS ho, ain't get back beatin'
I was on the red, lil' nigga, I'm schemin'
I want the smoke, lil' nigga, I'm cheifin'
And you said you gon' do what? Ye-yeah
I-I'm sendin' threats like Trump, yeah
Finna put 'em up in a trunk
My Drac' not doin' Ramadan, eat lunch, yeah
I'm just thinkin' 'bout all my losses
Tell 'em it cost to be a boss
I was on the highway gettin' ticked off
Bitch, I'm in a two-door, finna lift off
I ain't even knew I been noddin off
I-I was too geeked up, I ain't ate
Pour-pourin' up mud, got eighth in my drink
I-I ain't never been a ho, nigga, you lame
I been gettin' racks since I felt that pain
Now I got a Glock, tryna hand out pain
On a ran down, nigga, I ain't think
Me and my twin don't fuckin' blink
[Verse]
I was gettin' racks, ho, your pockets sank
I was out spinnin', I was goin' insane
''Whe-where everybody went?'' I don't know
Nigga tryna rock, boy, you insane
Everywhere I go, I gotta keep my pole
Ho-ass nigga, think shit a game
I'm turnin' that lil' shit up, I'm leanin'
Cuffed in a four-door truck
Ni-nigga, I ain't tryna take no photo, y-ye-yeah
Me-me and my twin finna get geeked up
Yeah, I been [?] flood
Nigga, can't get no love, nah
I was tryna get you gone, yeah
Knew that [?] zone
Leave a boy bad on [?]
Nigga tried to do me bad, he dumb
Brand-new Glock and this shit go dumb
B-brand-new Choppa now, I'm finna go dumb

[Chorus]
Still pourin' up—, still pourin' up two liter
Ni-nigga, I ain't never give a fuck, I don't need her
It's me and Glock in a damn two-seater
I-I hit a block and you know that I'm beamin', yeah
I was turnt up on the weekend
VETEMENTS ho, ain't get back beatin'
I was on the red, lil' nigga, I'm schemin'
I want the smoke, lil' nigga, I'm cheifin'
And you said you gon' do what? Ye-yeah
I-I'm sendin' threats like Trump, yeah
Finna put 'em up in a trunk
My Drac' not doin' Ramadan, eat lunch, yeah
I'm just thinkin' 'bout all my losses
Tell 'em it cost to be a boss
I was on the highway gettin' ticked off
Bitch, I'm in a two-door, finna lift off
I ain't even knew I been noddin off
I-I was too geeked up, I ain't ate
Pour-pourin' up mud, got eighth in my drink
I-I ain't never been a ho, nigga, you lame
I been gettin' racks since I felt that pain
Now I got a Glock, tryna hand out pain
On a ran down, nigga, I ain't think
Me and my twin don’t fuckin' blink