Blind Em Lil Yachty (Ft. YN Jay)

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
(Oooh, Sav killed it)
Yuh, grrr
Boat

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Ayy, think I'm in love with my bitch momma
Red rag wrapped around the head like I work for Osama
My bitch pussy bald head look like Dalai Lama
Who got the percs? I need f-f-fifteen
My asian bitch rich and bold London Tipton
How the fuck cop knew that bro someone tipped him
Soon as we find out bet that we dip him
Heard that the opps got locked up we gon' bond him
Huh, we gon' find him, tie him up and grind him
These niggas dick suckin' what I thought I signed him
Would shine some light on him but it might blind him
Ayy, I need a 8th of wo'
Never leave the house I'm strapped boy you know I keep my pole
Chopstick on me and it sing like Nat King Cole
Nigga think he flеxin' money boy I seen mo'
Nigga think he flexin' big hoеs we fucked em before
Shoutsout YN Jay, I know he gon' get the Rolls
Ayy it's big boat, play with me I stick tote
Ain't no sick note, finna get me a Rick coat
I do not tip toe I'm good where I walk
Miss me some wok, keep some wok in the stock
Jet skis at the dock, got a boat by the jet skis
Been fuckin' bitches since the Gameboy SP
Been fuckin' bitches since a nigga was a lil' one
Playin' with my name, I'mma make a nigga feel sumn' on god