[Hook x2]
Every time I come around, its a black out
I be flexing, I be pulling racks out
And I'm staying around with the Mac's out
I'm on my drill sh**, its a black out
[Verse 1]
Every time I come around, its a black out
Do a hit, my shooters don't have, but them n***as back out
Call my shooters thunder, when they pull a Mac out
Cuz my boy don't stop shooting, til yo body flat down
Run up in the spot, make the shooters lay down
All these n***as [?] when they hear the K sound
Flied in his block, and he hopping [?] now
Leaving scene, saying they saw his man's face down
I only want the top, tell her put her face down
I'm always gon' be first, feel like its a race now
Dad be jocking, cuz my pockets fat and I keep that K round
Its a black out
If he try to run, and I'ma blow his back out
Go ahead 42, call it [?]
And ya know I'm hella bands, so ya know I brought the racks out
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2]
All that woofing sh**, pull up on you broad day
Keep that burner with me, in brod day
Couple hitters with me, and they shooting broad day
It's a black out when I come around, the guns aye
Hit them all when I ryde by, {?]
All these drums in my squad, like a rock band
All these guns in my crib, n***a we not playing
Choppas can't fit on my waist, but I bet the Glock can
Dissing on a squad, have Millie come wack him
[?]
Looking for a opp, catch him then we clap him
If you riding then we catch up with the traffic
All my n***as trained to blow, they ain't missing
Talking reckless I'ma have you missing
In the kitchen, serving junkies like a waitress
[Hook x2]