BLENDER BOI (Intro)

Waited so long for this shit, it'd be God if I don't get it

Finna whip another batch, a hundred grams to be specific

Fell in love with that blender, I'm finna put it on a pendant

And I ain't even graduated school, but somehow turned into a chemist

Lotta **** want me dead, but that's what come with all that spinning

We was broke as hell, thuggin' in that car, me and my siblings

Mama did everything she could, so I ain't really trippin

Still tryna pray to God, cause all the sinnin' that I committed

****, ain't no get back, still around with the same **** that went and did that

They hit my phone at three AM, like, where you at? I need that

Ain't satisfied, cause I ain't seen that lil' **** bleed yet

Ain't tryna party, bitch, I'm somewhere chillin' where the fiends at

I'm the same **** in every situation

When it come down to the shit, you really gotta have the patience

Made 10,000 in a week, and I ain't even had to say shit

Sike I'm lyin, I just ask them what they want and how they payin

On the hound right now, I pray to God a **** make it

Only fuck with white people down the way, but I ain't racist

Kuz tapped him with that button how that lil' **** make it

Fell in love with pink fifties, but I love them blue faces

Tryna get another bag, can't let them knock me off my pivot

Fell out my day ones, I seen that shit from the beginning

They say I need to quit playin' with this rap shit, cause I'm gifted

I don't really give a fuck, I need a brick so we can flip it

Cookin' dope, and I'm blendin' at the same damn time

Minute made with a line, and I just bought the bitch some wine

Forgot to hit it with a three, he took a 10th end up dyin

You ain't my motherfuckin' bitch, hoe, why the fuck you lyin

Call my phone she inna bind I put this bitch right up her spain

Gon' get rich or die tryin, the drugs gon' kill me if I'm lying

**** knew where I stayed and never once tried slidin

If you disrespect my mind, I just might blow your mind

Waited so long for this shit, it'd be God if I don't get it

Finna whip another batch, a hundred grams to be specific

Fell in love with that blender, I'm finna put it on the pendant

Ain't even graduated school, but somehow turned into a chemist

Lotta **** want me dead, but that's what come with all that spinning

We was broke as hell, thuggin' in that car, me and my siblings

Mama did everything she could, so I ain't really trippin

Still tryna pray to God, cause all the sin that I committed

****, ain't no get back, still around with the same **** that went and did that

They hit my phone at three AM, like, where you at? I need that

Ain't satisfied cause I ain't seen that lil' **** bleed yet