🎵 Blessed (Like The Pope) // by Lil Yachty

2 ContributorsBlessed (Like The Pope) Lyrics My ex-bitch could drown in a pool of propane I'm hopin' one day I don't die from codeine The bitches I fucked too bougie for Celine The bitches we know like to sneak and do coke Bless like the pope Got a new SIG with a scope Can't watch his mouth when she moan Her son had hope 'til he popped off at the throat Man, goofy-ass niggas is goofies, goofies Goofies Niggas is wannabes and all that Goofies Everything in between Runnin' from everything Ew Runnin' from Uh Everyone but thе green I don't like to pay when I'm fuckin' But I will if she look likе she look like it's bustin' Put lighters on the Wocky, no Tussin Get the green with the Dean and my cousin At the AmEx, jersey beans bustin' We was livin' upscale like the Jeffersons Know a bitch who could snort up Mount Everest She take molly and fuck like she heaven-sent I got fours and a 20, come check on me Just make sure I'm still breathin' and functionin' I did somethin' that got me malfunctionin' Black AP like it's made from obsidian My new bitch wanna fly to Caribbeans Told her, "Find a new hobby and stick to it" Even though I might look like a bank, not a trick daddy, fuck what you think I might ice up the sink That's water on water, lil' bitch Cartiers hold water, my bitch She so accustomed to it, she got a Percocet itch And I ain't mad at her, I understand Told her, "Time out, fast, now fuck on fifty bands" In 53 seconds, ask my man I get it lit, keep a lil' kit in the ditch I might go fuck on a young nigga's bitch I ain't even supposed to be rich I just be posted right in the bricks From the burbs with them sticks Still can't wait to let it hit Nigga play with me wrong, street dog get him dead with one click Brr Yeah, hey, bruh, I need you to go handle this shit real quick Get a nigga outta here, man Nigga playin' with me For real Oh