BLINDMAN Lyrics – Z8

BLINDMAN Lyrics by Z8

Dreads swinging on my head like a octi
Hit them with one verse make them all die
I still can’t master my mind
I ain’t tryna be the good or the bad guy

I’m tryna get out of my head
Can’t worry about wasted time
Life got me moving fast like a nascar
I been moving hella weight like a freight car

Still can’t get my hand out the cookie jar
Know me its the Holy Ghost avatar
Know me and D Lil could go bar for bar
Mavis in the cut on her jaguar

No f#cks pull up in a sports car
No f#cks put the drift in the nascar
Man you built like a penguin, Madagascar
He really being so soft but the gat hard

Hе really being so soft, really bеing lame
Why you looking so shook why you looking scared
Eating motherf#cking fruit I ain’t talking pears
And it look like a flame, like a f#cking flare

Like a motherf#cking stick and its finna get lit
Boutta pull up with the chopper and you’re finna get hit
And you making all this money off the motherf#cking bricks
Why you eating on a candy, why you eating on a snicker

Body feeling tipsy, motherf#cking liquor
Got the pizza and you know I’m finna flip, yeah
That b#tch was stepping really hard in them motherf#cking kicks, yeah
b#tch looking so fine got me biting on my lip, yeah

Pull up with the stick then I let it f#cking hit, yeah
Dreads swinging on my head like a octi
Hit them with one verse make them all die
I still can’t master my mind

I ain’t tryna be the good or the bad guy
I’m tryna get out of my head
Can’t worry about wasted time
I’m tryna get out of my head, aye, aye, aye, aye

Dreads swinging on my head like a octi
Hit them with one verse make them all die
I still can’t master my mind
I ain’t tryna be the good or the bad guy

I’m tryna get out of my head
Can’t worry about wasted time
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, okay!
Okay, oh no

f#ck on your hoe
And you know I’m bout to chill with my bro’s
Stay with the motherf#cking figgity-flow
I’m hanging with pop, I look in your eyes

I’m getting so hungry I’m wanting some fries
He’s asleep on the couch, oh yeah he gone lie
She’s sleep on the couch suck on her nips
She’s suck on my dick on yeah she gone grip

She hang with my guys, I’m putting her on
Leave me alone, get off my flow
I look really young but act like I’m grown
He changing the dates, oh yeah he gone ‘pone

High in the sky like a f#cking drone
That internet sh#t, they thinking ’bout clones
20 piece ain’t talking talking no nuggets
Ain’t got the time told that b#tch f#ck it

Got work to do tryna reach the summit
Sike dingaling all in her stomach
My pinky ring is diamond flooded
I’m whipping cali in a bucket

ACED gang and lousy boyz causing ruckus
Like how you pivot when life plummet
Aye shoutout nova that my cousin
I flip a single to a dozen

I get the dough blueberry muffin
I’m making something out of something
Oh-no
My life in slow-mo

Vlog my life on this go-pro
Till my life ain’t here no more, Z
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye

Imma, imma, imma, imma, imma
Imma say it one time that I ain’t the one to f#ck with
Wonton eating, finger licking, scrumptious
Take her to my lair now its time for consumption

Late night pop balloons I’m popping pumpkins
Late night we on point like a f#cking needle
A.C.E.D super live, we like the f#cking beetles
Battle between good and evil, you know it ain’t equal

My God already got the keys this low key just a sequel
Got the diesel in my tank its time to go to war
Feel like twilight zone I’m stepping through the f#cking door
Earth is temporary I’m talking forevermore

I’m a beetle standing, looking at dinosaur
Got the pump and it ain’t little, told the b#tch eskettit
Told the b#tch I dance with death but I ain’t pessimistic
We running up the work, we running up the logistics

They want me dead, they say it’s love but then sit back and wish it
I’m ’bout to get a new b#tch then I f#cking ditch it
I’m really messing with your mind finna f#cking twist it
She spinning on my f#cking dick like a f#cking fidget

She bend it over then she let a n#gg# f#cking hit it
She bend it over then she let a n#gg# f#cking dive
We in the marathon running in the f#cking miles
Bout to shoot me with a gun, shank him with a knife

He talking sh#t I’m just chilling with his f#cking wife
Imma say it one time that I ain’t the one to f#ck with
Wonton eating, finger licking, scrumptious
Take her to my lair now its time for consumption

Late night pop balloons I’m popping pumpkins
Imma say it one time that I ain’t the one to f#ck with
Wonton eating, finger licking, scrumptious
Take her to my lair now its time for consumption

Late night pop balloons I’m popping, aye
And its motherf#cking popping, aye, uh
And its motherf#cking popping, aye, yuh
And its motherf#cking popping, aye, yuh

And its motherf#cking popping, aye
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Z8 Lyrics – BLINDMAN

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BLINDMAN