Blink ‎OsamaSon

[Intro]
(ok is the hardest, I swear to God)

[Chorus]
Still pourin' up—, still pourin' up two liter
Ni-nigga, I ain't never give a fuck, I don't need her
It's me and Glock in a damn two-seater
I-I hit a block and you know that I'm beamin', yeah
I was turnt up on the weekend
VETEMENTS ho, ain't get back beatin'
I was on the red, lil' nigga, I'm schemin'
I want the smoke, lil' nigga, I'm cheifin'
And you said you gon' do what? Ye-yeah
I-I'm sendin' threats like Trump, yeah
Finna put 'em up in a trunk
My Drac' not doin' Ramadan, eat lunch, yeah
I'm just thinkin' 'bout all my losses
Tell 'em it cost to be a boss
I was on the highway gettin' ticked off
Bitch, I'm in a two-door, finna lift off
I ain't even knew I been noddin off
I-I was too geeked up, I ain't ate
Pour-pourin' up mud, got eighth in my drink
I-I ain't never been a ho, nigga, you lame
I been gettin' racks since I felt that pain
Now I got a Glock, tryna hand out pain
On a ran down, nigga, I ain't think
Me and my twin don't fuckin' blink