Black Out ft. King Moe Lyrics

We too solid

Bitch it ain't no doubt

About us

Outchea grinding

Just tryna get us out

This violence

It's too crowded

They clearing out

You hear them sirens

Bitch we got it

Ain't got no haters

You ain't poppin

Fuck it hit the mall

Just copped a fit aye

Balling on these hoes

Go pass the sticks aye

All my niggas trapped out

In this bitch

Shine too bright

I'm bout to black out

In this bitch

Spin the block

Like what he say

Bow our heads

Like let us pray

Out that water

Like I'm saved

Probably heard about em

Like I'm Brady make a play

See that bull shit every day

Shawty asked me

If I'm fazed

Bitch don't worry bout it

You ain't finna make it

No better

Treat me like Martin

You ain't Coretta

Mane too complacent

I need a go getter

Tryna be hologram

At the Coachella

I'm the king of the jungle

Even Tarzan need a gorilla

I ain't finna take no lip

From no hoes so ain't finna

Take no shit from no nigga

Swear I sick and tired of

Dealing with these broke

Nigga problems

People stab in your back

It feel like no nigga solid

If we sliding

I ain't typing like a hoe

Move in silence

Yea we got it

Steady stacking up that dough

Make her count it

Aye

We too solid

Bitch it ain't no doubt

About us

Outchea grinding

Just tryna get us out

This violence

It's too crowded

They clearing out

You hear them sirens

Bitch we got it

Ain't got no haters

You ain't poppin

Fuck it hit the mall

Just copped a fit aye

Balling on these hoes

Go pass the sticks aye

All my niggas trapped out

In this bitch

Shine too bright

I'm bout to black out

In this bitch

Slapping the TV

To clear out the static

Yeah I'm really that

In the battlefield

No cigarette shit

But we didn't have it

And I used to work

A tobacco field

Living life in the trap

Was a Ferris wheel

Sudafed for the ice

You gonna have to chill

The lab exploded

Smokers with bad convulsions

They hoping the glass will heal

Back then I was

Falling weak for the bitch

She pulled a

Billie Jean on the Kid

Lately I keep it brief

I had to keep it P

Just like the

Sixteenth letter did

I'm selling chief Keef

For a steep fee

They ain't see he was really mid

And I made my cash double

Off a half brother

Just like my daddy other kid

Was rocking with fades

Even when I had the braids

But that shit was way back

Then I got in the game

How dare they say

They got the wave

Man that shit be wave cap

Know they dreading my aim

Moe hawk em down with pain

I pleasantly said that

Me and Blacksheep

Gonna pull up in red Lambs

But I used to blackout

On Grey Hounds

We too solid

Bitch it ain't no doubt

About us

Outchea grinding

Just tryna get us out

This violence

It's too crowded

They clearing out

You hear them sirens

Bitch we got it

Ain't got no haters

You ain't poppin

Fuck it hit the mall

Just copped a fit aye

Balling on these hoes

Go pass the sticks aye

All my niggas trapped out

In this bitch

Shine too bright

I'm bout to black out

In this bitch