Blackout (feat. Dae Dae)

Yeah

Yeah

Oh

Boy

Yeah

Yeah

Oh

Say what?

Say what?

Baby girl

Say what?

No, don't need no touch-ups

Girl

Let's go, let's go

Yeah, diamonds on me, it'll never be a blackout

We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out

Yeah, she tricky, yeah, she lick it, yeah, she leave my lights on

I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that my lifestyle

I touch her body so politely

Keep that pussy bald-head for me

I fuck on her, now she want two-fifty beads, yeah

Got her wrapped round my finger, now she cannot leave

Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me

How you in the slime pit but you don't know Bleveland streets?

We'll lead you on when you get left in the creek

YSL stoned, gettin' higher than weed

What is you on? What you wanna do tonight?

Henny, Patrón, it could be a long night

We can fuck all night

Scream, baby, it's alright

They bitin' drip, it's alright

You can bet it, my money right

Take you shoppin', alright

Yeah, that'll get you locked in, alright

Just left the studio from puttin' in overtime

Then I go to her house and play overtime

Deep tissue, get a back rub at Jeju's

Anything you want, you can get it

And we smokin' dank, dawg, no Reggie, no midget

Two-fifty, that Richard Mille cost a ticket

Should he know that what she said her ex **** was slippin'

I was in two-fifty off Bleveland, up in them trenches

And I'll make her proud of me, no penny

Gucci loafers on my feet, no, not Penny

Yeah

Yeah, diamonds on me, it'll never be a blackout

We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out

Yeah, she tricky, yeah, she lick it, yeah, she leave my lights on

I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that my lifestyle

I touch her body so politely

Keep that pussy bald-head for me

I fuck on her, now she want two-fifty beads, yeah

Got her wrapped round my finger, now she cannot leave

Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me

How you in the slime pit but you don't know Bleveland streets?

We'll lead you on when you get left in the creek

YSL stoned, gettin' higher than weed

Hellcat, the fast lane

Smash that, switchin' lane

Big racks at the bank

And you mad 'cause you can't

And I'm dripped up like this drank

Never slippin', what you think?

Tool on me like it's a tank

This shit on me, **** hate

Gold on me, real plates

Fours on that bitch skate

Rose gold, my bitch wait

Bitches tryna kiss my face, slime

Two-fifty, hold up, house two-sixty, damn

Mouth ooh in it, uh

Yeah, we in the city

Hold up

I touch her body lightly

Woo, she got that top, yeah, she do

Ridin' with the top off, that how we do, yeah

Baby, you get money? Yeah, me too

Wanna know the slime shit, Keed too

Gucci, you down if I need to, yeah

My brother, he down if you bleedin' too

I brought out that one and I ain't mean to

Yeah, diamonds on me, it'll never be a blackout

We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out

Yeah, she tricky, yeah, she lick it, yeah, she leave my lights on

I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that my lifestyle

I touch her body so politely

Keep that pussy bald-head for me

I fuck on her, now she want two-fifty beads, yeah

Got her wrapped round my finger, now she cannot leave

Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me

How you in the slime pit but you don't know Bleveland streets?

We'll lead you on when you get left in the creek

YSL stoned, gettin' higher than weed