"blessed" lyrics
(KRAGER, text me back)
Huh, yeah
(Yo, I can't hear a thing)
Yeah
Niggas be hatin', I'm blessed, huh
Thinkin' you tough, pull up on me, yo' gangster get test (Stop, stop, stop)
Why you keep subbin' on X, say that shit with your chest (Bitch, okay)
No point in competin' with niggas, I know I'm the best (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I walk out the house, I don't know what foreign to take
And I barely work out, but I got a six pack, it's like niggas was born in shape (Ha)
Now I got everything that I ever had wanted, my money just go in the bank
Why these niggas keep thinkin' that I'ma fall off when they know I'm the goat? I can't
Bad bitch, touchin' her body, knowin' that she gon' go
Whippin' the new Bugatti, Dubai feel just like home
We can't compare Ferrari's, you lease your shit, I own
These niggas fake around me, that's why I gotta keep two phones
Niggas be hatin', I'm blessed, huh
Thinkin' you tough, pull up on me, yo' gangster get test
Why you keep subbin' on X, say that shit with your chest (Bitch, okay)
No point in competin' with niggas, I know I'm the best
Hey, I got that shit on my body, I know
Louis, Balenci', Bvlgari, I know
Runway to fashion, I drip with a passion
The sweater I'm wearin' is Marni, I know
Fuck all that actin', these niggas be cappin'
He say he want smoke, but he lyin', I know
I'm really player, these niggas be leadin' with money, these niggas be buyin' a hoe
I'm fuckin' off vibes and weed, and DoorDash
You a good nigga to her, I seen, but I got more cash
When she was with you, she was average, but when she with me, she got more bad
That pussy been rainin' and thunderin' all damn week, that's the forecast
Niggas be hatin', I'm blessed, huh
Thinkin' you tough, pull up on me, yo' gangster get tested (Stop, stop, stop)
Why you keep subbin' on X, say that shit with your chest (With your chest)
No point in competin' with niggas, I know I'm the best (Ha, ha)
Huh, yeah
(Yo, I can't hear a thing)
Yeah
Niggas be hatin', I'm blessed, huh
Thinkin' you tough, pull up on me, yo' gangster get test (Stop, stop, stop)
Why you keep subbin' on X, say that shit with your chest (Bitch, okay)
No point in competin' with niggas, I know I'm the best (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I walk out the house, I don't know what foreign to take
And I barely work out, but I got a six pack, it's like niggas was born in shape (Ha)
Now I got everything that I ever had wanted, my money just go in the bank
Why these niggas keep thinkin' that I'ma fall off when they know I'm the goat? I can't
Bad bitch, touchin' her body, knowin' that she gon' go
Whippin' the new Bugatti, Dubai feel just like home
We can't compare Ferrari's, you lease your shit, I own
These niggas fake around me, that's why I gotta keep two phones
Niggas be hatin', I'm blessed, huh
Thinkin' you tough, pull up on me, yo' gangster get test
Why you keep subbin' on X, say that shit with your chest (Bitch, okay)
No point in competin' with niggas, I know I'm the best
Hey, I got that shit on my body, I know
Louis, Balenci', Bvlgari, I know
Runway to fashion, I drip with a passion
The sweater I'm wearin' is Marni, I know
Fuck all that actin', these niggas be cappin'
He say he want smoke, but he lyin', I know
I'm really player, these niggas be leadin' with money, these niggas be buyin' a hoe
I'm fuckin' off vibes and weed, and DoorDash
You a good nigga to her, I seen, but I got more cash
When she was with you, she was average, but when she with me, she got more bad
That pussy been rainin' and thunderin' all damn week, that's the forecast
Niggas be hatin', I'm blessed, huh
Thinkin' you tough, pull up on me, yo' gangster get tested (Stop, stop, stop)
Why you keep subbin' on X, say that shit with your chest (With your chest)
No point in competin' with niggas, I know I'm the best (Ha, ha)
