Blessed Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
I keep eating b*tches, my vibrations prolly low as hell
Yea, aye

(Verse)
He got all these lil’ b*tches
But the biggest one is Dreez (Uh-Huh)
Turn a 6 ft n*gga to 3 the way I put him on his knees (Get down)
Way before I knew my alphabet, I knew I was a G (Been that)
Book a round trip for yo uber
Top me, then you gotta leave
The crazy part, these n*ggas love it when I’m mean
The only thing that’s wafi bout me is my jeweler, make me freeze (Wassup Wafi)
Bundles long, check (Chеck)
Put that sh*t on, check (Check)
Just like a dating show, you twеak then I’m on to the next (Next)
I f*ck up any beat
Ain’t twins you just my mini me
My foot on b*tches neck, right next to them nappy bead-a-beads
My appetite like Saweetie be
I’m the top dog but ain’t TDE
Ain’t talkin’ bout the candy but these sour hoes be really sweet (Yo’ pus*y ass)
Now I’m in MIA
Just came from Atl
I keep eating b*tches, my vibrations prolly low as hell
I know that I’m blessed
But when they go low, I go straight to hell
Passing me the blunt the only time you see me take a L
Like really tho, this PUCCI on me Emilio
I looked so good in the pics, had to get the sh*t on the video (In real life)
Nickname should be billy goat
When I start throwing shots, call it my Kenny flow
Rappers out here talking all that sh*t till I’m in they city tho’
b*tches really be obsessed wit’ me
They fake unbothered ass
Yo’ life just like a run on sentence, I’m like “Where yo’ commas at?”
The flyest, I just had to ask the pilot he like “Roger that”
In L.A putting blues on b*tches head, just like a Dodger hat
You ain’t been on sh*t so long that I thought all my opps died
Running sh*t, they tryna keep up, I know all my opps tired
On fake pages coming at me bout a n*gga that’s not mine
You know I ain’t hard to find, look b*tch I’m always outside
Out here talking all that rah-rah, then you know it’s on sight
My lil’ shorty nickname Popeye, he blow smoke out them pipes
I can’t even beef wit’ rappers cus I know sis don’t write
You ain’t standing on that sh*t you rap, then don’t risk yo’ life
Yellow diamonds wrapped around my neck, look like a sunset
Pushed that n*gga head down in my lap if I ain’t c*m yet
I’m the naked truth, hop in the booth, and I get undressed
I just asked why I’m so blessed and God say he ain’t done yet
[Outro]
Big muthaf*ckin’ Dreez
This sh*t is too easy like let’s be f*cking for real
Glorilla this sh*t too hard