Blakk Tape

(Eee eee) yeah, turn that shit up some
(Eee eee) nah mean?
I want to feel it in my soul, my nigga
Gotta give these niggas that gospel, ya feel me?
Machine, bitch
Griselda, nigga

Yeah, you know what I hate though?
It's always one of you bum ass niggas that be talking
All wreckless like ya'll niggas really live that life
Like ya'll niggas really 'bout that, nigga
Put one of you niggas on a t-shirt nigga (haha)
For real nigga
I'm from the hood nigga

All I see is bodies
Everybody, they got a body where I'm from
Get a strap from somebody, there's probably a body on the gun
My little shooters will body anybody under the sun
One nigga mention my name, everybody getting the drum, for fun
Look, I don't let a fuck nigga by me
'Cause they just wanna be under a King, like Kyrie

Niggas took the Love out the game like Olynyk
So use your head, nigga, before you get a hole in it (for real)
50 shot fold ups, I unload the shit
Had niggas running and ducking and jumping over shit (brrrr)
I pull up on you, it's over with
In one year, I watched my brother take over shit (what up nigga)

G-Star Raw, Balmain moto shit (cap)
Hibachi filet and shrimp, my Kyoto dish
Your Cuban hollow, your Rollie tick (hahaha)
I'm doing drive-bys dolo, I'm a soloist! (cap)
Even if it's broad day outside, I'm still letting off the k outside
Nigga I'm shooting like Klay outside
'Cause everyday a nigga's gun spray outside

And I ain't trying to lay outside
I'm from the hood where the G's sell gay outside
It could be 4 in the morning, nigga they outside (woo)
Kick his door down, rob the nigga barefaced
Blow his fitted on the back hall staircase (cap)
Nas' baby mama got the scared face (hahaha)
She gonna take me to their safe

You ain't a fly nigga, everything you wear fake
Rocking Fashion Rebels letterman, the sleeves are rare snake (cap)
My dawg got a rackateer case (free my nigga)
Taking it to trial, I hope he get a fair shake (cap)
And you rap niggas disgust me (aha)
One of the illest out, you've gotta discuss me (for real)

Good kid, but I let the streets corrupt me
Fuck around, your life gonna come to an end abruptly (on duck tape)
I'm that nigga I must be
Fuck a bitch once, and now she trying to cuff me (hahaha)
You ain't a shooter, you're gun dusty
Black tape on the handle, the 38 rusty (pow pow pow)

Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout
Ayo Daringer man, I got these niggas, man
Conway the Machine, S-E Gang nigga, Griselda bitch
You know how I do, you know how I play nigga
Westside what's popping nigga
Yeah, yeah