Blind Spot lyrics

[Intro: 3200 Tre]
Come on, alright, huh
(SLAJIDI, turn me up)

[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
I don't got no mind no more, I done lost my sh*t
You see a n*gga with my watch, he cut off my wrist
I got a shirt with a collar, this my office drip
I had to get out here and see, nobody taught me this
I'm no one who buy this bag, nobody bought me this
I done ran out of dime, I'm finna call the fifth
I need a couple hoes around, I'm finna call the
Fifth I need all this sh*t
What the f*ck is 10,000? I count real money
You would have got it if you asked. Why you steal from me?
I hear everything you saying. I just give
I don't give a f*ck about your hair and nails. I got real money
Anything you supposed to have is going to come to you
She gon' be with me, she won't come to you
You ain't really my type of n*gga, I can't f*ck with you
Your b*tch on my phonе mad that she stuck with you

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
All I'm seeing is a bag, I got tunnel vision
Upped thе Drakey out my pants, now I'm running with it
I play the game, I know exactly what comes with it
I'm out the way, just handling business that was unfinished
I'm playing with some big dawg like a Kane Corsa
Upped the FN and hit him in his main torso
I'm the first to do it, new chain came for a tone
Kinda glad I made it, I was raised in a poor home
I'm talkin' sh*t in different ways, I got four flows
We done bought they whole inventory, b*tch, the store closed
Chase him down in the front door, this b*tch a magnum
Presidential Rollie, white gold, it's not platinum
Room full of bad b*tches like a pageant
I'm out the way just doin' sh*t you couldn't imagine
[Verse 3: 3200 Tre]
I knew what I was about to do, you sick of havin'
Come on, she like, bae, you one of them, these n*ggas cappin'
Come on, I know how we bout to come home, I'm gettin' practice
Come on, they never think that I'm a car, I'm gettin' traction
Ain't no way to light on me, these n*ggas ass don't Huh
I don't lay my plug front when y'all cash out Huh
I'm done tellin' y'all I'm broke, I got a bag now Huh
They told me I was too humble, I show my ass now

[Verse 4: RMC Mike]
Seven hundred horses strong, watch me stamp out
Hm, b*tch caught me broke once, I broke the bag out
Hm, I'm tryna save my lil' brother, he a crash out
Don't lose your life tryna fight, then whip the mag out
Okay, he had his pistol tucked, but n*gga mine's not
He ain't even see it comin', hit the blind spot
Mini micro with a drum on it, this a nine chop
What up with the bag, you gon' end up in a pi