3800 BlackOut Lyrics

Slime, can that bitch be

Murder gang shit, y'all made me

Fuck niggas better not run up on me, turn this ass to ash and dust

Niggas better not run up on me, turn this ass to crust

Yeah, it's GBK business, we don't give a fuck

We stand on top of the city

Mm, nigga, if a nigga run up on me, it's not no pity party

Better not bring no knife to no gun fight

For a nigga better not run up on you, boy, you better have your pipe

Niggas dissing on the gang, you know we tryna send them up

Wish a nigga would, mm, yeah, RIP to all my opps

Only you a fuckhead, nigga, feel you know I'ma spin that block

Don't throw your hand up back, I hit in the top and he ain't getting up

7-6-2s, you know he ain't getting up

RIP to all my opps, I'm tryna spin it back

I wish a nigga would, you better get your leg back

How you dissing on GBK, we spinning niggas block

Niggas out here mad at me cause I'm the hottest in the city and they know it

For a nigga better not run up on me, you know I'm tryna show it

Niggas dissing on the gang, you know we tryna get down

Wish a nigga would, nigga, better not make a sound

You already know, yeah, I'm fucking on your baby mama

Yeah, she sucked a dick

Wish a nigga would, we hit niggas and they shit

I step up on my opp, we spinning back to get him hit

I don't give a fuck, you know we steady getting him hit

I don't give a damn what a nigga say

I don't give a damn what a nigga do

Niggas out here mad at me cause they out here hating on the gang

I don't give a fuck how a nigga feel

We the hottest and they know it

We the hottest and they know it

Stepping on my opponent

Wish a nigga would, we put niggas on it

I got like 50 bands stuffed in the safe

I don't give a fuck what a nigga say

I'm tryna put him in

I wish a nigga would, ay

Smoking on you and your dead mans

Hopping out that cut nigga but not spinning bands

I got a mini Draco, it be tryna fit the bands

I don't give a fuck how a nigga feel

I don't need no friends

Wish a nigga would, ay

Turn his ass to ash and dust

Turn his ass to ash and dust

Tryna gonna hit the clank

Tryna hit one in your top, ay

Till they beat up

You already know

Five, five, six

Two, two, threes

Holla points

With the tracers

Switch on the back of the Glock

And they big on so fast

We hit niggas in they top, ay

The switch on the back of the Glock, oh

Yeah