Everytime I Blink - Yung Bleu, Rylo Rodriguez

Count a million every time I blink, yeah

She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah

Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin', yeah

Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah

Look past the surface, you might see me well

We ship the work, that’s why my nigga got a CDL

Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized

Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back, can’t see my mama cry

Yeah, yeah

She just want a lacefront and some mink lashes

But she can’t get nothin' but the D just like I’m barely passin'

Young nigga swervin' in that Bentley like I’m 'bout to crash it

I’m out in Cali with the gang, I’m smokin' Calabasas

I went too hard in this shit, I got my boys in this bitch

And you might think we goin' fishin', we got rods in this bitch

You ain’t makin' no noise in this bitch 'cause we gon' blow your head to pieces

Like a racist cop, I might just shoot you if you get to reachin'

Four in the morning, get to creepin'

Nigga, they yawnin' and they sleepin'

My hitman just like a deacon, this shit turn me to a demon

Niggas told me this my season, I ain’t turned back yet

Gotta feed my niggas, so I run up a check, yeah

My young niggas get a whole lot of guap, yeah

I might get you hit just for playin' on my top, yeah

Rylo, that’s my dawg, he put on for his block, yeah

My chains hittin' like the sun, they think my jeweler from Phoenix

They ask why you in Palm Angels while you ridin' in a Demon?

Even though we be that lil' ho swallow my semen

Free Duke and Juice, my niggas Bloods down the road like

Grew up by myself, don’t even wanna die alone

Bill with T-Mobile, but I spent way more money on this styrofoam

They say lil' mama fire just like some ashes, yeah, yeah

I was thinkin' 'bout him every time I see some matches, yeah, damn

That nigga was speakin' on my name, fifty thousand on my chain

He said the last one was

Six-figure nigga, I’m still on the block

Two hundred on my car dash like I’m Travis Scott

Two hundred on my car dash like I’m Kanye West

Count a million every time I blink, yeah

She wanna fuck me for the Cuban links, yeah

Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin', yeah

Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah

Look past the surface, you might see me well

We ship the work, that’s why my nigga got a CDL

Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized

Runnin' through racks, gotta watch my back, can’t see my mama cry