Yung Bleu – Everytime I Blink lyrics
(ft. Rylo Rodriguez)


[Yung Bleu]
(Al Geno on the track)
It was never ‘posed to be this way

[Yung Bleu]
Count a million every time I blink, yeah
She wanna f*** me for the Cuban links, yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin’, yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah
Look past the surface, you might see me well
We ship the work, that’s why my n**** got a CDL
Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized
Runnin’ through racks, gotta watch my back, can’t see my mama cry

[Yung Bleu]
Yeah, yeah
She just want a lacefront and some mink lashes
But she can’t get nothin’ but the D just like I’m barely passin’
Young n**** swervin’ in that Bentley like I’m ’bout to crash it
I’m out in Cali with the gang, I’m smokin’ Calabasas
I went too hard in this s***, I got my boys in this b****
And you might think we goin’ fishin’, we got rods in this b****
You ain’t makin’ no noise in this b**** ’cause we gon’ blow your head to pieces
Like a racist cop, I might just shoot you if you get to reachin’
Four in the morning, get to creepin’
N****, they yawnin’ and they sleepin’
My hitman just like a deacon, this s*** turn me to a demon
N***** told me this my season, I ain’t turned back yet
Gotta feed my n*****, so I run up a check, yeah
My young n***** get a whole lot of guap, yeah
I might get you hit just for playin’ on my top, yeah
Rylo, that’s my dawg, he put on for his block, yeah

[Rylo Rodriguez]
My chains hittin’ like the son, they think my jeweler from Phoenix
They ask why you in Palm Angels while you ridin’ in a Demon?
Even though we be [?][1:28] that lil’ ho swallow my s****
Free Duke and Juice, my n***** Bloods [?]
Grew up by myself, don’t even wanna die alone
[?] but I spent way more money on this styrofoam
They say lil’ mama fire just like some ashes, yeah, yeah
I was thinkin’ ’bout him every time I see some matches, yeah, damn
That n**** was speakin’ on my name, fifty thousand on my chain
He said the last one was [?]
Six-figure n****, I’m still on the block
Two hundred on my car dash like I’m Travis Scott
Two hundred on my car dash like I’m Kanye West

[Yung Bleu]
Count a million every time I blink, yeah
She wanna f*** me for the Cuban links, yeah
Two hundred thousand got my lawyer workin’, yeah
Flipped off the DA when I heard the verdict, yeah
Look past the surface, you might see me well
We ship the work, that’s why my n**** got a CDL
Straight through the mail, bullet shells got me traumatized
Runnin’ through racks, gotta watch my back, can’t see my mama cry