Blind (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie)

Guwopo
 You gotta be rich to hang with me
 All these. keep blinding me
 All these diamonds keep blinding me
 No snitches, no suckers, nah (Mwah)
 I ain't with it
 Zaytoven
 (Go)
 She said she don't got no type, she like the boss type (Boss)
 A rich nigga that be down to fuck her all night (Lock)
 Big Guwop in your house, cuff your ho type (Cuff her)
 Old insecure nigga, you a hoe type (Go)
 I told Zay I need the East Atlanta Bay shit (Bay shit)
 I vote Gucci Mane and Zay as the greatest (Greatest)
 Niggas mad 'cause they broke and they ain't relevant (No)
 I touched a quarter brick and never been broke ever since (Skrrt)
 I got money, I got power, I'm not 50 Cent (Nah)
 But I can teach you how to rob, I been doin' it (Yup)
 Bitch, it's President's Day, I'm the president (Gucci)
 She tryna suck my dick and use that shit for evidence (Huh?)
 If you come too close, you in rare air
 Every time I hit the club, I rock a rare pair (Ooh)
 Twin stones on my finger, and the cut pair (Burr)
 And they big as real pears, I'm a real player (Wow)
 I need a towel 'cause I'm drippin' colder, Klondike Bear (Well damn)
 Need to call a timeout 'cause this shit ain't fair (Huh?)
 Bitch got runway shit that she ain't even wear (Yeah)
 On a tear right now, man, this shit unreal (Yeah)
 No cap, no cut, it's a done deal
 Playin' blackjack, I took 'em down a fuckin' half a mil'
 Delusions of Grandeur so call Dr. Phil (Call him)
 Drop top, red vert, God, take the wheel (Wop)
 Hah, she know my pockets is swollen
 She worried 'bout the wrong things, yeah
 Ninety-nine pair of Balmains, yeah
 And she be actin' like she know me
 I can buy you bags, buy you Rollies
 But I can tell you really need controllin'
 Before you was my girl, you was my homie
 Anytime you want, you can hold it
 I'm an artist, I'm not a sketcher, yeah, yeah
 I'm a certified flexer, yeah, yeah
 You buggin' if you think I trust ya
 That .38 stay in my dresser
 But they ain't know that I was messed up, yeah, yeah
 They must've thought I wouldn't catch up, yeah
 Now open up and let me stretch ya
 Do that thing that you be doin' with your leg up
 I'm a king and I don't feel no fuckin' pressure
 I be singin' while I rap, I feel like Usher
 I'm that nigga, Amiri, got every sweater
 If you that nigga, nigga, say it with your chest, oh
 She love my swag, oh yeah
 I bought her a new bag, I paid a bag for it
 I'm gon' give it to her if she ask for it
 And she know I started in the back, oh yeah
 Girl, I love it when you throw it back on me
 I'm gon' fuck you good and make you mad horny
 Swear that I was cheatin', you were black on me
 Yeah, this is my mood, I'm wearing black all week
 I used to have that motherfuckin' MAC on me
 But now I got somebody else to blast for me
 But fuck it, if I gotta do it, mask on me
 Yeah, this is my mood, yeah
 I'm wearing black all week, hah
 Hah, she know my pockets is swollen
 She worried 'bout the wrong things, yeah
 Ninety-nine pair of Balmains, yeah
 And she be actin' like she know me
 I can buy you bags, buy you Rollies
 But I can tell you really need controllin'
 Before you was my girl, you was my homie
 Anytime you want, you can hold it
 Anytime you want you can hold it
 She be worried 'bout the wrong things
 Ninety-nine pair of Balmains