Blackout Lyrics

Told 'em they want to the kid to pop out better bring that bag out

Takin' headshots with them 308 gon' make 'em black out

Think they got me pressured but never answer what they ask bout

Did dirt in front my eyes but then wonder why I lash out

Ready to let it loose when I pull up I shoot like stackhouse

Social media stunting these boy can't even put a rack out

Pussy boys so broke they wanna fall out over a half ounce

Never going backwards so ain't shit gonna make me back out

Get a snowball my partna got more white girl than a frat house

Load came on a boat but Imma go and make it disappear

Hearing how you spoke, this shit no joke, let's get that crystal clear

They wanna see me float so I go tote and keep that pistol near

Knew they couldn't touch me told 'em rush me it's like they still ain't here

New coupe how I'm changing gears

Pulled off now she faking tears

Told him he shouldn't lick now he sick like boy quit shaking steer

I got the juice like chasing clear

Look to his eyes I'm facing fear

Thought they had me down but I ain't drown like how I make it here

How I make it here

Big fasad don't change it up now the fake is real

Money on my mental blue green now my brain is teal

Took it on mission now the stick won't b a stainless steel

Told 'em they want to the kid to pop out better bring that bag out

Takin' headshots with them 308 gon' make 'em black out

Think they got me pressured but never answer what they ask bout

Did dirt in front my eyes but then wonder why I lash out

Ready to let it loose when I pull up I shoot like stackhouse

Social media stunting these boy can't even put a rack out

Pussy boys so broke they wanna fall out over a half ounce

Never going backwards so ain't shit gonna make me back out

Get a snowball my partna got more white girl than a frat house

All these bitches in my ears thinking they can get me sprung

Said you want me then bring ur friend cuz imma need that 2 for 1

Know the kid gon keep that heat cuz young Roqit get it done

Turn 'em to a track star fye make 'em turn and run

He get chewed up like some gum

He get left out like some crumbs

But Imma Don, my pockets like a lawn

Don't tell 'em what I'm on, Imma con

Fighter like I'm John, shooter like I'm Bond, and you a pawn

Outta there gone, smoking real muscle know its strong

Big dog know that can't nobody fucking hold me

How you stand on business with no paper you gon' have to show me

Ruger 57 holding 20, Manu Ginobili

Got some cheese and got bows like some macaroni

Told 'em they want to the kid to pop out better bring that bag out

Takin' headshots with them 308 gon' make 'em black out

Think they got me pressured but never answer what they ask bout

Did dirt in front my eyes but then wonder why I lash out

Ready to let it loose when I pull up I shoot like stackhouse

Social media stunting these boy can't even put a rack out

Pussy boys so broke they wanna fall out over a half ounce

Never going backwards so ain't shit gonna make me back out

Get a snowball my partna got more white girl than a frat house