Blacking Out - Phillip Wolf, Ajax Stacks & Fresco Trey: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Phillip Wolf, Ajax Stacks & Fresco Trey

Blacking Out

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Blacking Out adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak 1061030 Records DK2 tarafından 30 Mayıs 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıBlacking Out - Single

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümBlacking Out - Single

Çıkış Tarihi30 Mayıs 2025

Firma1061030 Records DK2

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM80

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Phillip Wolf

Vocals

Ajax Stacks

Vocals

Fresco Trey

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Phillip Wolf

Songwriter

Avery Jackson

Songwriter

Trey Davis

Songwriter

Blake Wisner

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Blake Wisner

Producer

Şarkı sözleri

Hundred fifty racks up on the seat

It's on me, on me

Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me

I don't hear a sound

I'm just blacking out, yeah

It's on me

Hundred fifty racks up on the seat

On me, it's on me

Type of money I ain't never seen

Bringing out the freaks, ah yeah they on me

Type of shit that's only in a dream

Well if it is, then imma go to sleep

Said I been used catching up to stay afloat

Now I'm shining when I walk up on the scene

All the fake shit on the side is getting old

Now it's triple that I'm really bout to grind up on the west side

All these blessings went and hit me kinda like a test I

Gotta go and take the road lightly test drive, imma mess I,

Went and got a foreign stranger on my bedside, got her on my bedside

Hundred fifty racks up on the seat

It's on me, on me

Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me

I don't hear a sound

I'm just blacking out, yeah

It's on me

Hundred fifty racks up on the seat

On me, it's on me

Look, got a couple hundred racks in the crib now

Got a kid but she ain't even a kid now

Corporate baddie that my type like a email

Balkan baby, that my foreign, that my pen pal

Always in the right, she could do no wrong

Stuffing green up in the bag, you think we mowin' lawns

These days even ops tryna get along

Used to beef in the club, turn that b*tch to Jimmy John's

Now it's paper over problems, less it's problems over paper

Now it's new buildings, condos as my neighbors

Friends turn to haters, smoke turns to vapor

Now we buying rounds, toasting shots without the chaser, I'm gone

Hundred fifty racks up on the seat

It's on me, on me

Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me

I don't hear a sound

I'm just blacking out, yeah

It's on me

Hundred fifty racks up on the seat

On me, it's on me

Walk in the room I ain't even gotta pop my shit

They know I'm havin'

Broke **** gonna hate fa sho'

But not up front they gon' be passive

Put belt to ass like they my kids

They might as well call me daddy

Get on the beat start walking, running, flying

Young **** feel like Aladdin

They bring up money and I just laugh

Cause them boys too naive

Just got a wire for two hundred thousand

My dad got half cheese

Just cause she bad, she think I'mma buy her something

It's not that easy

But if you mine, then yeah I trick.

I'll buy whatever you need

LAX, popping shit no sweat

Twenty five for the shoes

Thirty five for the set

Shawty bad, and she wanna roll the dice

I'm like bet

10 a.m., still drunk

**** ain't slept yet, but I pop out

Know I got a

Hundred fifty racks up on the seat

It's on me, on me

Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me

I don't hear a sound

I'm just blacking out, yeah

It's on me

Hundred fifty racks up on the seat

On me, it's on me

Written by: Avery Jackson, Blake Wisner, Phillip Wolf, Trey Davis

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