Blessed lyrics

[Intro]
Glizzock
Big Glock
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
Ceeo, turn that beat up

[Chorus]
Young n*gga turnt up, never gave a f*ck (b*tch)
Straight drop, no cut, b*tch, I'm dope as f*ck, yeah
And I keep my thunder, I shoot like Russell, yeah (Fire)
Bust you like a Gusher, you know what's up, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), ridin' 'round duckin' feds, yeah
Ridin' 'round gettin' this bread, yeah
Young n*gga gettin' this check, yeah
I flex on my ex, yeah, that sh*t feel the best, yeah
Came up from finessin', now young n*gga blessed, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Hit his ass with lead, fire, aim at head, no legs, fire
Your b*tch in my bed, bop, give me head, no legs, nah
Flintstone, make her bed rock, you can call me Fred Glock
Duck, I see 12 car, I pulled off like a Nascar (Skrrt)
Foreign whip, blast off, no cap, cash talk (Yeah)
"Why the f*ck you sag, Glock?" 'Cause I work my ass off (Racks)
You see all this cash, dawg, it's pokin' out when I walk (Yeah)
Just ignore my last call, I was in somethin' thick like eggnog
n*gga, you's a small ball, Yao Ming racks, I stack it tall
Choppers just like Lysol (Okay), pull up, spray at all y'all (Fire)
I can let them hundreds off, but I just make one call
[Chorus]
Young n*gga turnt up, never gave a f*ck (b*tch, Glizzock)
Straight drop, no cut, b*tch, I'm dope as f*ck, yeah
And I keep my thunder, I shoot like Russell, yeah (Fire)
Bust you like a Gusher, you know what's up, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), ridin' 'round duckin' feds, yeah
Ridin' 'round gettin' this bread, yeah
Young n*gga gettin' this check, yeah
I flex on my ex, yeah, that sh*t feel the best, yeah
Came up from finessin', now young n*gga blessed, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Young n*gga blessed, Jesus piece, VS, ooh
Play this sh*t like chess, b*tch you f*ckin' with the best, ooh (Glock)
Ain't I, ain't I fresh? b*tch, I'm nothin' like the rest, ooh (No)
Fly like a jet, drippin' sauce, I made a mess, ooh
Forties and Kel-Tecs, break them sticks out like Kit Kats, ooh
Most these rappers wack, they gon' f*ck around and get whacked, ooh
Stomp 'em like a frat, chopper like a lumberjack, ooh

[Chorus]
Young n*gga turnt up, never gave a f*ck (b*tch)
Straight drop, no cut, b*tch, I'm dope as f*ck, yeah
And I keep my thunder, I shoot like Russell, yeah (Fire)
Bust you like a Gusher, you know what's up, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), ridin' 'round duckin' feds, yeah
Ridin' 'round gettin' this bread, yeah
Young n*gga gettin' this check, yeah
I flex on my ex, yeah, that sh*t feel the best, yeah
Came up from finessin', now young n*gga blessed, yeah