Blackin Out
Aye
Gang
Aye
Gang
I feel like blacking out
When I'm in that mood I feel like spazzing out
You can't tell me shit, 'cause it ain't shit that you could tell me
What you mad about?
Juiced up from that hennesy gang, I know you envy me gang
My jewelry flashing now
They be in my DM per diem, and I be cashing out
MJ with the flu, I'm taking shots until I'm passing out
I be in that function, I'm lit
My watch is froze, it don't tick
I skull that shit, I don't sip
She like my clothes and my drip
I know they hate me, I love it, I let that bag talk
Yeah, my shooters shoot from that range, you better not sag off
Little bro think he hard, apply pressure I bet he act soft
Steazy put in work, Karate Kid, he get that wax off
Drowning out these sorrows worry 'bout that shit tomorrow
Don't care what you heard, I feel like I'm Jack Sparrow
Ain't know how I would make it, but I knew I'd be a star though
I don't need your love, I need loyalty and dinero
Drink until I blackout, that's some shit I can't explain
When I'm on that liquor, I'm sorry I ain't the same
Anything I do, man, the liquor's what I blame
So please don't try to turn up, if you know that you can't hang
Please don't try to turn up if you know that you can't hang
Niggas shook when they get booked, but you know me can't say no names
Hot boy, when they speak up on my name, you see the flames
They say "you act just like your daddy", who you think gave me the game?
I know that it's too many names, but free my bros up out that chain
My boys Ray Allen with the Heat, don't need no beam, they all got aim
He ain't cut, so he ain't gang, 4TK we bring the pain
When they ask me why to 'em, the liquor be the blame
Drowning out these sorrows worry 'bout that shit tomorrow
Don't care what you heard, I feel like I'm Jack Sparrow, let's go
Ain't know how I would make it, but I knew I'd be a star though, star
I don't need your love, I need loyalty and dinero, yeah
Drink until I blackout that's some shit I can't explain, uh huh
When I'm on that liquor, I'm sorry I ain't that same, let's go
Anything I do, man, the liquor's what I blame
So please don't try to turn up, if you know that you can't hang, uh
Bitch
Gang
Aye
Gang
I feel like blacking out
When I'm in that mood I feel like spazzing out
You can't tell me shit, 'cause it ain't shit that you could tell me
What you mad about?
Juiced up from that hennesy gang, I know you envy me gang
My jewelry flashing now
They be in my DM per diem, and I be cashing out
MJ with the flu, I'm taking shots until I'm passing out
I be in that function, I'm lit
My watch is froze, it don't tick
I skull that shit, I don't sip
She like my clothes and my drip
I know they hate me, I love it, I let that bag talk
Yeah, my shooters shoot from that range, you better not sag off
Little bro think he hard, apply pressure I bet he act soft
Steazy put in work, Karate Kid, he get that wax off
Drowning out these sorrows worry 'bout that shit tomorrow
Don't care what you heard, I feel like I'm Jack Sparrow
Ain't know how I would make it, but I knew I'd be a star though
I don't need your love, I need loyalty and dinero
Drink until I blackout, that's some shit I can't explain
When I'm on that liquor, I'm sorry I ain't the same
Anything I do, man, the liquor's what I blame
So please don't try to turn up, if you know that you can't hang
Please don't try to turn up if you know that you can't hang
Niggas shook when they get booked, but you know me can't say no names
Hot boy, when they speak up on my name, you see the flames
They say "you act just like your daddy", who you think gave me the game?
I know that it's too many names, but free my bros up out that chain
My boys Ray Allen with the Heat, don't need no beam, they all got aim
He ain't cut, so he ain't gang, 4TK we bring the pain
When they ask me why to 'em, the liquor be the blame
Drowning out these sorrows worry 'bout that shit tomorrow
Don't care what you heard, I feel like I'm Jack Sparrow, let's go
Ain't know how I would make it, but I knew I'd be a star though, star
I don't need your love, I need loyalty and dinero, yeah
Drink until I blackout that's some shit I can't explain, uh huh
When I'm on that liquor, I'm sorry I ain't that same, let's go
Anything I do, man, the liquor's what I blame
So please don't try to turn up, if you know that you can't hang, uh
Bitch
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Writer(s): Trey Hepburn
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