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3200 tre & rmc mike - 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, n0body taught me this
i’m no one who buy this bag, n0body 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 phone mad that she stuck with you

[verse 2: rmc mike]
all i’m seeing is a bag, i got tunnel vision
upped the 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 pine box

- 3200 tre rmc mike lyrics

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