Blakk Tape

Yeah

Turn that shit up some my ****

You nah mean?

I want to feel it in my soul my ****

Gotta give these **** that gospel, ya feel me?

Machine, bitch

Griselda, ****

Yeah, you know what I hate though?

It's always one of you bum ass ****

That be talking all wreckless like ya'll **** really live that life

Like ya'll **** really 'bout that, ****

Put one of you **** on a t-shirt ****

For real ****

I'm from the hood ****

All I see is bodies

Everybody that got a body where I'm from

Get a strap from somebody, there's probably a body on the gun

My little shooters will body anybody under the sun

One **** mention my name, everybody getting the drum for fun

Look, I don't let a fuck **** by me

'Cause they just wanna be under a King like Kyrie

**** took the love out the game like Olynyk

So use your head, ****, before you get a hole in it. (For real)

Fifty shot fold ups, I unload the shit

Had **** running and ducking and jumping over shit

I pull up on you, it's over with

In one year, I watched my brother take over shit

G-Star Raw, Balmain moto shit

Hibachi filet and shrimp, my Kyoto dish

Your Cuban hollow, your Rollie tick

I'm doing drive-bys dolo, I'ma soloist

Even if it's broad day outside, I'm still letting off the K outside

****, I'm shooting like Klay outside

'Cause everyday a ****'s gun spray outside

And I ain't trying to lay outside

I'm from the hood where the G's sell yay-outside

It could be 4 in the morning, **** they outside

Kick his door down, rob the **** barefaced

Blow his fitted on the back hall staircase

Nas' baby mama got the scared face

She gonna take me to their safe

You ain't a fly ****, everything you wear fake

Rocking Fashion Rebels letterman, the sleeves are rare snake

Uh, my dawg got a racketeer case

Taking it to trial, I hope he get a fair shake

And you rap **** disgust me

One of the illest out, you've gotta discuss me

Good kid but I let the streets corrupt me

Fuck around, your life gonna come to an end abruptly

I'm that ****, I must be

Fuck a bitch once and now she trying to cuff me

You ain't a shooter, you're gun dusty

Black tape on the handle, the .38 rusty

Fuck these **** talking about?

Ayo Daringer man, I got these ****, man

Conway the Machine, S-E Gang ****, Griselda Bitch

You know how I do, you know how I play, Westside what's poppin' ****

Yeah