BLANCO Video (MV)

And I'm trappin like a narco
Gotta handle all of the business on the down low
Had a whole lotta b*tches tryna follow
Yeah, eagle on the pants how I style up (up, up)
Have a lot of cash that I'm tryna pile up

Got a cut inside the jean, I'm going urban
Stood out of the light, I closed the curtain
Took a break, now I'm back, I'm feeling certain
Take a good look at my feet, you see them birkens (see the birks)

Know you see them hoes
I could never ever sleep, never see me closed
I been out a couple weeks, bet, you didn't know
Heard you speaking broke, no habla inglés hoe

Meanwhile, picking up, phone dial
Always on my feet, warm tile
Snapping outta bed, I run the big mile
Cuz if I said I'm ever tired, man I'm prolly lying

Triplin the flow, I thank the migos
Spend a couple racks, I'm going freak mode (freak, freak)
Free mind, while I'm at it, go FREE BOBBY
On me, white vans, and I stand highly

Finna drop a clothing line, know I got the plan
I been steady working, blowing up just like the Taliban
Make a band, while it's selling out, finna drop again
Have another tape coming out... (when, when)

Gold chain round my neck, glitter gold, shape a dolla sign
Hol' up, never mind, cop some jeans, yeah the number nine
Take a dive in to the pool, feel it super cold
Come around me, spread em out, cuz I never fold

Frostbite, come around me, feel the ice bite
Nice guy, only thing I got, is a nice life
Nice smile, rack is on my teeth, shit, it get tight
Game night, chill out with the gang, finna catch flight

And I'm trapping like a narco
Eastern European looking super duper fly tho
Momma got me through the states, soaring through the sky now
Now we moving through the states, you can never follow

Man, can you imagine
Living in this fashion
Taking over 50 flights crossing the Atlantic
Hoppin in the sport
Dashin then I crash it
Dodging all the traffic... I'm not living very lavish

Making it my lifestyle
Thats my only passion

Reading through the closed blind, living through the caption
Gotta keep aware now, never catch me slacking
Makin shit myself, you can never really ask me
Keeping in one hundred, you can never catch me cappin
Quit ya naggin, man whatever happen to the f*ckin chatting
I been jamming, laughing, nagging, to the b*tches down in Hatten
Now I'm trapping like a blanco minus all the actin (yeah, yeah)

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