Blackout Lyrics

Three hundred blackout ARP

I can shoot it good bitch, why don't you ask bout me

I can have some bitches walkin' in some Givenchy

I can turn you up, you don't got no doubt bout me

SRT truck with red guts, it's too fast

I'm slidin' in that ho, it give you whiplash

You can tell them labels, I don't need no deal

Cashin' out, she got a purse, she likin that it match her heels

Damn, she a super freak, she get on top, she ain't stayin' still

We done been inside the coupe, drivin' fast and raising' hell

I got a code that I can't go against

You can't get no code, bro, you gon' rat again

Yeah, snake his close friend, now he on again

You was supposed to be a gangster, now you lyin' again

Fuck her good, now her toes curlin

Japanese ho walk on my back, yeah, I got her workin

If I do a show, then I'm clutchin' on my strap

She kinda my type, she a nerd, but she a snack

Yeah, racks in my pillowcase, I don't need a safe

If you finna talk some shit, let me show my face

Three hundred blackout ARP

I can shoot it good bitch, why don't you ask bout me

I can have some bitches walkin' in some Givenchy

I can turn you up, you don't got no doubt bout me

SRT truck with red guts, it's too fast

I'm slidin' in that ho, it give you whiplash

You can tell them labels, I don't need no deal

Cashin' out, she got a purse, she likin that it match her heels

Damn, she a super freak, she get on top, she ain't stayin' still

We done been inside the coupe, drivin' fast and raising' hell