Blackout More

[Chorus]
Blackout more
Fuck all that talk about Mount Rushmore
Way I get on they head, nigga, Yac all four
Pull on yo' block in a blacked out foreign with a big .45
Nigga, that's Al Gore
Eyes go white, then I blackout more
Then I blackout more, then I blackout more
Back on this black bitch inside of my pocket, I ain't finna run, I'ma pass out more
Let a nigga get back up off the floor like he back from the dead, I'ma spaz out more
He just be rappin', ain't pack up no work
Nigga, fuck out the trap like a crackhouse whore
Smokin' on gas and ain't poppin' no percs, but if I put on yo' tape, I might pass out bored

[Post-Chorus]
Nigga was talkin', that had me and foenem find where he was at, blew the cap out more
Walkin' too slick, no I never can't slip
Nigga, so many hits, call me Black Balboa
I ain't got fans no more, I got stans, 'cause you know I'm the one they'll crash out for
Open a can of whoop ass on a nigga like 3:16, nigga, Yac is War

[Interlude: Zotiyac and 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin]
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[Verse]
Who the best? It's the one with the least
They can make it the most, still run on repeat
All them hoes in the back, they be frontin' on me
I just take off my belt, give 'em something to eat
That's a munch on me
Tell her "SMD," that mean lunch on me
Drive through playin' old school R&B
Let the bullets hit a nigga with the gun on beat, that's a R.I.P
Get a nigga out the way, yeah I R-I-D
Better keep it on you like a card ID
Made a threat, now I'm hittin' any car I see
Get a bitch nigga hit like a R-I-G
Finna smoke more wax, real THC
On the internet, niggas only hard on IG
Give him half of the chopper, it's part Chinese
Nigga, I park my V right in front the establishment
If I'm headlining, I'm in the back with it
You on stage, I'ma wait until after it
Got the drop and pull up, then we crashin' it
The location I got wasn't accurate
If I walked in yo' show, it's an accident
Ain't no incident without no activeness
Ain't no money without no attackin' it
Ain't no bitches without no attractiveness (For real)
Ain't no stand-up niggas that stand over there
What the fuck they gon' when we start hackin' shit?
I can't never be beat on a track with it
That's a deadass horse and you draggin' it
Nigga, as long as my head on my shoulders
This shit to the neck, I can't never look back with it (Long as my head on my shoulders)

[Chorus]
Blackout more
Fuck all that talk about Mount Rushmore
Way I get on they head, nigga, Yac all four
Pull on yo' block in a blacked out foreign with a big .45
Nigga, that's Al Gore
Eyes go white, then I blackout more
Then I blackout more, then I blackout more
Back on this black bitch inside of my pocket, I ain't finna run, I'ma pass out more
Let a nigga get back up off the floor like he back from the dead, I'ma spaz out more
He just be rappin', ain't pack up no work
Nigga, fuck out the trap like a crackhouse whore
Smokin' on gas and ain't poppin' no percs, but if I put on yo' tape, I might pass out bored

[Outro: 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin]
And that's the bottom line 'cause 'Stone Cold' said so