Blackout

(album: - - - - 2019)

(Hold up, hold up, I'm 'bout to hit up Warpstr right now)
(Let's go)

I got on [?], we light it up
So much Alyx, I put it in a truck
Bee on the jeans so she go say what's up
I got a dog, baby, it's not a pup (Grrr)
Bitches gon' suck if I say suck
Matthew Williams on me, it cost a buck
I got on [?], RIP Chuck
I got the ice just like a hockey puck
By the way, you sold for five thousand grey
Open the back door, jumping in the bank
Japanese shawty drawing anime
Hop on the jet from DC to LA
I'm on the phone, hold up, it's Tay-K (Hello?)
I'm in Toronto, got blue like a Jay
She wanna leave, tell that bitch she gon' stay
I spent your weekly income in a day (Cash, cash)

At the afterparty
No camera, no paparazzi
Tom Fords, switching Maseratis
15 with 51 Bacardi (Ow)
At the afterparty
No camera, no paparazzi
Tom Fords, switching Maserati
15 with 51 Bacardi (Let's go)

We on the moon taking photos with Kevin
[?] when I walk into Heaven (Rack, rack)
We don't do snitching, we don't do telling
I left your bitch and now she got depression
She call me Santa, baby, where my present?
All in my face, baby, get out my presence
I am not Usher, I don't do confessions
I spent a couple thousand up on SSENSE
Look at my fit, baby, tip-top shape
Bang on my chest, bitch, I look like an ape (Grrr)
I feel like Superman, throw on my cape
[?] finna air out the date
I do what I want, I don't care what you say
Ripping shit up, I don't wait at the gate
I'm from New Orleans, got rings like a Saint
Niggas capping what they is and they ain't (Yeah, yeah)

At the afterparty
No camera, no paparazzi
Tom Fords, switching Maseratis
15 with 51 Bacardi (Ow)
At the afterparty
No camera, no paparazzi
Tom Fords, switching Maserati
15 with 51 Bacardi
Blackout