Black Out

[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 shit, 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 niggas 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 niggas [?] 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 shit, 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, nigga 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 niggas trained to blow, they ain't missing
Talking reckless I'ma have you missing
In the kitchen, serving junkies like a waitress

[Hook x2]