Blackout

[Intro]
TecRxyne, Gang!

[Hook]
Ima stay popping my shit
Niggas stay tryna get in the mix
Slithering around me, they think slick
All this heat always have them missing the pitch
When Rxyne in the scene it’s a Blackout
Shorty temper, nigga, I always crashout
Stick on my body, it make a nigga lag out
Real ass nigga, Ion fuck wit the clout
Real ass nigga, who don’t even say shit
Real ass nigga, my guns do the talking
Play with the opps, wack a mole, he can get hit
Like popcorn, I got the whole block popping
Found my type, God tryna get me to lock in
Racks in my pocket, like Yeat I be popping
Flooring the V, nigga, watch how I’m dropping
Turning to niggas was never an option

[Verse]
Staying to myself getting racks
You know my whole world be black
Niggas say they with me till end, but stay tryna stab my back
All these hoes be plotting behind me, tryna knock me off my track
I need a fine shyt who can stay by my side and never turn they back
Niggas be all up in my business instead of getting themselves cash
All these niggas tryna get on my bad side, they annoying like some rash
Niggas I’m TecRxyne, they know I don’t play with that hating shit for a fact
They want me to quit but I’m in the lead so why would I even leave the track
They can’t do it like this
I be getting my bag like Taz
Nigga, I be hungry as shit
Thinking one day Ima surpass bandlab
Niggas be on my tip, I don’t even know them but they stay keeping tabs
Niggas hate and they still ain’t shit, nowadays they watch me run up a stash

[Hook]
Ima stay popping my shit
Niggas stay tryna get in the mix
Slithering around me, they think slick
All this heat always have them missing the pitch
When Rxyne in the scene it’s a Blackout
Shorty temper, nigga, I always crashout
Stick on my body, it make a nigga lag out
Real ass nigga, Ion fuck wit the clout
Real ass nigga, who don’t even say shit
Real ass nigga, my guns do the talking
Play with the opps, wack a mole, he can get hit
Like popcorn, I got the whole block popping
Found my type, God tryna get me to lock in
Racks in my pocket, like Yeat I be popping
Flooring the V, nigga, watch how I’m dropping
Turning to niggas was never an option