Blakk Fridayy lyrics

[Intro]
So f*ck all you new rap n*ggas that's just out here rappin'
And all you b*tch ass n*ggas that's tryna get tatted for pus*y, n*gga
Makin' this tat game look bad, f*ck you n*ggas
All you b*tch ass n*ggas wear snapbacks 'cause you're seein' Wiz Khalifa
And motherf*ckin' Tyga wear snapbacks
And Chris Brown wear snapbacks
n*gga, f*ck you, n*gga, straight up
Rest in peace Soulja motherf*ckin' Slim, n*gga
This how it's goin' down in the Dade f*ckin' County in this sh*t
It's f*ckin' real out here, n*gga
And f*ck you n*ggas that think Dade County pot
This sh*t too f*ckin' real, n*gga
Shoutout to my f*ckin' yanks, n*gga, we in this b*tch, n*gga
And shoutout to my f*ckin' zoes, n*gga
Blatt, we in this motherf*cker, Yankee season, n*gga
SpaceGhostPurrp, and I'ma hold this b*tch down, n*gga
NASA Gang, b*tch
Lotta n*ggas don't understand what this sh*t really feelin' like, man
This sh*t in my motherf*ckin' heart
And I been doin' this sh*t for a long f*ckin' time, you feel me
SpaceGhostPurrp in this motherf*cka
And I'm doin' this sh*t for my n*gga DJ Screw 'cause he started this sh*t
And I'ma keep this sh*t goin' on
Rest in peace to f*ckin' Pimp C, n*gga, that's real, n*gga
f*ck wit' a n*gga, SpaceGhostPurrp
And I'm higher than a motherf*ckin' birds di*k, n*gga
I'm in this b*tch, straight up
[Verse]
Up in this thang, never had to lie
Why would I lie about me bein' fly?
n*ggas do not understand what the f*ck I came from
Already know where I'm from, you can't come
'Cause if you come here wit' that f*ckin' bullsh*t
n*ggas pull the clip out and empty it quick
n*ggas wanna hate, hate on a G
Already know them ho's waitin' on me
Comin' through, all black Raider cap on
Already know I'm strapped goin' through yo home
Hit another lick, another Black Friday
n*ggas gon' be f*cked up on Black Friday
Why they call it Black Friday? I'm dressed all black
On a Friday night, and I'm ready to attack
I'm comin' in this motherf*cker dressed in all black
n*gga, soowoo my ass, you don't bang
n*gga you a crip, n*gga, yes, you don't bang
b*tch ass n*ggas, man, these n*ggas false claim
Shoutout to my real n*ggas who rep they own gang
Shoutout to my n*ggas who f*ckin' wit' NASA Gang
n*gga in this b*tch, n*gga in this ho
Comin' through, n*gga, and I'm straight from that four
Ain't from four seven, but I'm straight off [?]
b*tch, the boulevard where these n*ggas real rude
The ho's got the real attitudes and nice thighs
Already know, I see the n*gga in his eyes
n*ggas out here lyin', so I call these n*ggas flies
Goddamn, this ain't ya birthday, but surprise
Put the Pistol in his face, and lay that n*gga down
n*ggas already know this that f*ckin sound
Reppin' for my town, yeah ,this sh*t is too real
Already know man a n*gga keep it trill
I'ma do it, do it for my folks
Do it for my bloods and my crips and my locs
Already know I'ma hold my sh*t down
Already know, 'til I'm buried to the ground
n*gga, rest in peace to my n*gga J to the I to the double T
Already see, nah, this ain't TV
No reality show, n*gga, f*ck that ho
Up in her coochie hole, in her coochie hole
Gucci, ho, everything ain't Gucci when you actin' coochie
b*tch ass n*ggas, n*gga, n*gga rockin' Louis
[?] like a little b*tch
Comin' through real, n*gga hit a lick
Check out the grill, it's shinin' like your b*tch
When she [?] smokin', n*gga, yeah, I'm chokin'
I'm chokin' off the good, and I'm in my vibe
I'm in my f*ckin' zone, a n*gga so high
A n*gga so wide, a n*gga so wavy
Already know, Space take ya main lady
A n*gga out outchea though, a n*gga chopped and screwed
n*gga, how I do, I do it for my fools
n*gga, NASA Gang, n*gga, this some real sh*t
Everything I bang be real and legit
n*gga, be yourself, 'cause you ain't gon' make it
And if you lose your blessings, know God gon' take it
n*gga, n*gga, Purrp
[Outro]
SpaceGhostPurrp, n*gga
NASA Gang, n*gga
Rest in peace Jitt, chop and screw me up, b*tch
Shoutout to Texas, n*gga, swag
Lost Tapes, n*gga, 1994, n*gga