BLIND Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Poppin' at 7 in the mornin
When you left bitch I aint get no warning
Fourth and long lil nigga we forming
Hit the trap got raided we, yeah
Yeah, when you left no I aint get no warning
Fourth and long lil nigga we forming
Poppin' a seal in the mornin
When you left bitch I aint get no warning
Fourth and long lil nigga we forming
Hit the trap, got raided, we swarmin
To the point I don't know how to feel
Off the henny, I'm swervin' the wheel
To the point I don't know if it's real
But I'm tryna stand strong, I ain't takin' no kneel
223's, sendin' shots to the field
Sippin' chugjug, popping a shield
All your feelings, you truly revealed, yeah
Usin' packs, smoking blunts just to heal
You get mad when I laugh, but I can't wipe the smurk off
Hidin' my health, this a dirt cough
When bro Sav passed away was the worst loss
Brodie sippin' the sprite with the purp sauce
In the stu spittin' lines, but I can't get the verse off
Heads or tails, hope that bro when the coin toss
Blueberry faygo, I'm feelin' like Mosey
Wearing Christian Dior bruh I'm holy
Miss them nights when my mother would hold me
Bro, sippin' on Codeine, I hate how he livin
Only takin' my love, you ain't givin
I'm that guy to the fam, like I'm Griffin
Spyder hoodie, I'm feelin' like Peter
Flu game, still rap with the fever
I'll be damned by a bitch like a beaver
If I give her love, then find out she a skeezer
If I give her my heart, then I just gotta leave her
If she playin' with my heart and I give her my love
Then I just gotta leave her, I just gotta leave her
I just gotta leave her, I just gotta leave her
I just gotta, I just gotta leave her
I just gotta, I just gotta, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Poppin at 7 in the morning
When you left bitch I aint get no warning
Fourth and long lil nigga we forming
Hit the trap, got raided, we swarming
To the point I don't know how to feel
Off the Henny, I'm swervin' the wheel
To the point I don't know if it's real
But I'm tryna sit strong, I ain't takin' no kneel
223's, sendin' shots to the field
Sippin' Chug Jug, poppin' a shield
All your feelings, you truly revealed, yeah
Using packs smoking blunts, just to heal
You get mad when I laugh, but I can't wipe the smirk off
Hiding my health this a dirt cough
When bro Sav passed away was the worst lost
Brodie sippin' the Sprite with the purp sauce
I be sippin' the Sprite with the, yeah
Bro be sippin' the Sprite with the purp sauce, yeah
I be sippin' the Sprite with the purp sauce
In the stu spitting line but I cant get the verse off