Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BLINDFOLD, artist - Gunna. Album song WUNNA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Young Stoner Life
Song language: English
BLINDFOLD |
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 |
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) |
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 on the Forbes |
Yeah, nigga tried to play me like a toy, damn |
Now I feel bad for your boy, yeah |
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 |