Blankin

[Verse 1: Sneakk]
They ask me, like Sneakk, boy, why you sing a lot?
'Cause to get your girl wet, knock her out her socks
I ain't never been a square, I think outside the box
I beat a nigga ass, he don't want box
Lil Money hit his block, let off hella shots
I ain't gotta do the job, bitch, I got the drop
I been making hella bands, I don't wanna stop
All blue face bills, these are not props
A couple 50's [?] I stacked [?], this [?] light 20
I don't throw no hands, the 40 gon' fight for me
Pocket rocket on my hip, that's the light 40
Po-po [?] diamonds still dancing on me
They know I'm just not no R&B singer, real gangsta ass nigga
Holding up the middle finger, can't help you with shit, bitch, that ain't my job
Don't ask me no questions, no, you can't know why
All these voices in my head, what you really think?
Summertime [?]
I'm tired of [?] Cuban link
I'ma bend her ass over, I'ma break the sink
Baby throw that ass at me, this the major leagues
Big money balling, when a nigga hit the scene
Cookie fucking up my lungs, when I hit the weed
I be smoking on that gas, you be smoking seeds
I get to [?] on these niggas, catch me blacking out
I saved a hundred bands, in the same bank account
I ain't rich yet, [?] my mama [?]
I do it for the gang, bitch, you do it for the clout

[Verse 2: Yhung T.O.]
Niggas know about T.O., I'm a shooter nigga
Touch the chain up on my neck, and I'ma shoot a nigga
VVS's on my neck, and these the newe ones, nigga
Send a bullet to his mouth, and leave him toothless, nigga
You know it's [?] and I be wreckless
All this time and all this money I invested
Just to make it to the top, in this music shit
And if a nigga try me, I ain't scared to lose this shit
'Cause I ain't worried 'bout [?] nigga
I ain't scared to pull [?] trigger
'Cause I [?]
[?] leave a nigga headless
Thug life, I'm on my 2Pac shit
[?] got the juice, on my 2Pac shit
[?] nigga in my section, [?]
And my crew drop shit, and we pop our shit
And we'll drop a nigga too
So tell me what you wanna do
Nigga, don't talk, make a move
I be [?] with these tools
I can take a nigga bitch, with all these chains on
Let a nigga touch this, I'll leave his brain gone
All my niggas really thuggin', I can't change, na
My brother died, and I've been going through some things, dawg
We see niggas face to face, they don't say shit
Young nigga, I was seventeen with a K clip
Running up broad day, tryna [?] shit
I'm still thuggin', like a nigga never made shit
But I made it all
And me and all my niggas, we gon' ball
You know I'm with the shit, I'm with it all
So if a nigga want smoke, we kill them all, yeah