Xanman - Blind lyrics

Uh Uh uh hey (Hey Shootbaby)
Huh Hello Hello (Hello)
Wait, what bitch!? (Damn, my fault)
Damn, you keep callin me (What's up, Deedot)

I made a song where I got a headache
The reason why I'm talking quiet (quiet)
I made a song damn forgot what
I was about to say (damn)
I caught a nigga lackin at McDonald's
Made a nigga drop his fries
If it's one of us, we gon keep spinning
Lil nigga somebody dyin
I might ride the plug, he tryna tax
Wtf? 350 a line? (Wtf)
He got a gun everywhere but in person
We know where you gettin them irons
Tell LG stop walkin in the bank
My dawg got white collar crimes
I got a Glock in a birdbox
Sound like the blind still lеading the blind
I up the iron and he flеd
Call the man Sonic, ain't talkin the Hedge
Got a lil Uzi, "Push me to the edge"
Gimme my 200, you ain't Craig
Got a lil bad bitch, I'm tryna egg
?, got my dawg in the Feds
?, not the same without me
Bitch got tracks that's over her dreads
I'm not tryin to talk, I ain't Ted
20 bands and he's gettin his head took
Pitbull nigga, he's gettin his head shook
Interrogation room, I dunno shit
12 asked? He got killed by a werewolf
Jake Paul, we ain't throwin a left hook
Nigga tippin, heard these niggas be shook
He show me his gun, I'm like "damn
Let me look"
Put the same gun on his ass and we took it
Shootbaby, still put on the hoodie
Anime nigga, I turn into Luffy
Empire, I'm still looking for Cookie
Glove on, I took that shit out the oven
Fucked up, put the stick on my cousin
Big ass jugs for niggas keep judgin
World War 2, nigga we in Russia
Drac from LA, lost
I made a song where I got a headache
The reason I'm talking quiet (quiet)
I made a song damn forgot what
I was about to say (damn)
I caught a nigga lackin at McDonald's
Made a nigga drop his fries
If it's one of us, we gon keep spinning
Lil nigga somebody dyin
I might ride the plug, he tryna tax
Wtf? 350 a line? (Wtf)
He got a gun everywhere but in person
We know where you gettin them irons
Tell LG stop walkin in the bank
My dawg got white collar crimes
I got a Glock in a birdbox
Sound like the blind still leading the blind