Lyrics Bentley - Bladee , Thaiboy Digital

D-9, 3 strikes
I'm blessed, no curse
We eat or get served
We make it work
Ten stack in my purse
Creep late, I lurk
I'm clean, no dirt
Dry cleaning my shirt
No pain no gain
I bleed for fame
I bleed for drain
We don't bleed the same
I need your light
I need your light
I want your dream
D-9, 3 strikes

I get the check and then I spend it
Thaiboy off the Henny, not no Rémy
I mix that Louis and the Fendi
Lambo, I fuck up the engine
Link up with the gang, we go trending
Mixing up the drink like I'm a chemist
I'm making hits like playing tennis

Four band, need them twenties

Bad karma, had to get the good Prada
Good lawyers
In the club with Whitearmor
White-walker
Red and Blue, Peter Parker
Got darker, thought it couldn't get darker
I'm with Woesum, treat this shit like it's nothing
I'm focused, pull up in a black Lotus

Feds scope us, eat the night like a locust
We don't care, we brush shoulders

I'm with the SG you don't need to worry
Three iPhone, shoot like Steph and Kobe
New island, you can't really find me
And I'm higher than the house, I'm off the Bentley
Link up with SG, just for one night

Fucking with SG and its on sight
I just took a nap on a long flight
Two cups, baby, that's a good night

K9, get searched
I'm blessed, no curse
We eat or get served
We make it work
Ten stack in my purse
Creep late, I lurk
I'm clean, no dirt
Dry cleaning my shirt
No pain no gain
I bleed for fame
I bleed for drain
We don't bleed the same

I need your light
I need your light
I want your dream
D-9, 3 strikes

We don't bleed the same