Blackout
Started w a zip
Turnt it to a half
Flipped that bitch into a half of brick
Ima Glock star
That bitch a flip cars
Y'all really don't know the half of it
Having dreams about having it
Tryna get rich but won't stashing shit
U on the block w yo savages
Ain't no block party We cancel it
Ain't no cop calls we handle shit
Give him hot balls when that cannon hit
Trap don't stop for not nea nigga
It's a bad batch still sell that bitch
Once the bread hit gone mail that bitch
Say yo period on Wea ya head at bitch
Got hella guns in this trap house
When it's war time I just black out
Done blew more times than a referee
Ya Want features know this shit it ain't free
I got sum tricks Dey right up my sleeve
We catch him lacking ain't no way he leave
I got cash do u like blue cheese?
Ain't No love but yes I got pinks
We got loads wtf u need?
Designer drugs know the shit ain't cheap yea
Started w a zip
Turnt it to a half
Flipped that bitch into a half of brick
Ima Glock star
That bitch a flip cars
Y'all really don't know the half of it
Having dreams about having it
Tryna get rich but won't stashing shit
U on the block w yo savages
Ain't no block party We cancel it
Ain't no cop calls we handle shit
Give him hot balls when that cannon hit
Trap don't stop for not nea nigga
It's a bad batch still sell that bitch
Once the bread hit gone mail that bitch
Say yo period on Wea ya head at bitch
Got hella guns in this trap house
When it's war time I just black out
Turnt it to a half
Flipped that bitch into a half of brick
Ima Glock star
That bitch a flip cars
Y'all really don't know the half of it
Having dreams about having it
Tryna get rich but won't stashing shit
U on the block w yo savages
Ain't no block party We cancel it
Ain't no cop calls we handle shit
Give him hot balls when that cannon hit
Trap don't stop for not nea nigga
It's a bad batch still sell that bitch
Once the bread hit gone mail that bitch
Say yo period on Wea ya head at bitch
Got hella guns in this trap house
When it's war time I just black out
Done blew more times than a referee
Ya Want features know this shit it ain't free
I got sum tricks Dey right up my sleeve
We catch him lacking ain't no way he leave
I got cash do u like blue cheese?
Ain't No love but yes I got pinks
We got loads wtf u need?
Designer drugs know the shit ain't cheap yea
Started w a zip
Turnt it to a half
Flipped that bitch into a half of brick
Ima Glock star
That bitch a flip cars
Y'all really don't know the half of it
Having dreams about having it
Tryna get rich but won't stashing shit
U on the block w yo savages
Ain't no block party We cancel it
Ain't no cop calls we handle shit
Give him hot balls when that cannon hit
Trap don't stop for not nea nigga
It's a bad batch still sell that bitch
Once the bread hit gone mail that bitch
Say yo period on Wea ya head at bitch
Got hella guns in this trap house
When it's war time I just black out
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Writer(s): G Shado
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