Milot - Blacked Out lyrics

[Verse 1: Milot] We all sinners, God forgive us I got a team and its all full of k**ers See we riding Why you hiding? Come on out motherf**a get It poppin' We can talk somethin' or we can walk somethin' We can pop off out-line chawk somethin' I got a mean b**h, she steady on the grind Shes always bustin' and loadin' and steady getting mine Black truck pull up somebodys getting stuck Fingerf**ing my b**h somebody's outta luck She getting nut any time I finger fidgets Im all about the money and she all about the digits So tell me where the cash fore I get ready your a** I get the bustin the s**ers is breathing on their last So here we go all you wax take a dirt-nap Peep what the game was missing and put the G back [Hook : Milot] Black hoody, black boots, black baseboll cap Lets bring it back to that gangsta rap Black truck black shades black clip in my gat Now tell me where these f**ing haters is at Life's short son Im trynna see these days out Get out the way or get laid out Life's short son Im trynna see these days out Get out the way or get laid out HAHAHAHA (wait a minute motherf**er) [Verse 2: Milot] Dipped in all black, hoodies and all that Point 5 0 warn on side of my gat TBA stitched up on the side of my hat We ridin now tell me where these haters's at I brought it back for them real motherf**ers who still down Im in New York motherf**er we still crowned Im hell bound so enough with the preaching Two soldiers in the truck, we crawlin and creeping Peepin for p**y that was leaking, some information to the feds About how someone saw him doin bets No matter the cause you know the outcome is Keep your mouth shut if you ain't ready for this Lifes short man Im trinna see these days out And if you get in the way you get laid out So bear witness to the dope this f**ing rhyme I wrote Takin off my cope clearing my throat [Hook: Milot] Black hoody, black boots, black baseboll cap Lets bring it back to that gangsta rap Black truck black shades black clip in my gat Now tell me where these f**ing haters is at Life's short son Im trynna see these days out Get out the way or get laid out Life's short son Im trynna see these days out Get out the way or get laid out [Verse 3: Milot] I'm tired of hearing about all these f**ing ex-girls I'm tired of watching motherf**ers make their next twirl I'm tired of watching rappers tryin to spit romance Lets get it together this ain't a f**ing slow dance Lets bring it back to that gangsta rap Black hoody, black boots, black baseboll cap Black truck black shades white in all black Just like my president I was having sin To save the game from trynna be a relevant It ain't the same, where the f** all the rappers went These motherf**ers singing love songs Got to admit, somewhere down the line we dont went wrong Im sending out to them blacked out riders Just in case these motherf**ers forgot us So load up some clips ready your clicks And lets show these motherf**ers how we do this sh** [Hook: Milot] Black hoody, black boots, black baseboll cap Lets bring it back to that gangsta rap Black truck black shades black clip in my gat Now tell me where these f**ing haters is at Life's short son Im trynna see these days out Get out the way or get laid out Life's short son Im trynna see these days out Get out the way or get laid out [Outro: Unikatil] Yea, the real original TBA, me and Milot, Unikatil and Milot Nobody can f** wit this sh**, we still doin it, haha Often imitated , never duplicated And always hated b*tch!