Blakk Tape lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Turn that sh*t up some
Nah mean?
I want to feel it in my soul, my n*gga
Gotta give these n*ggas that gospel, ya feel me?
Machine, b*tch
Griselda, n*gga
You know what I hate though?
It's always one of you bum ass n*ggas that be talking all wreckless like ya'll n*ggas really live that life
Like ya'll n*ggas really 'bout that, n*gga
Put one of you n*ggas on a t-shirt n*gga
For real n*gga
I'm from the hood n*gga

[Verse]
All I see is bodies
Everybody, they 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 n*gga mention my name, everybody getting the drum, for fun
Look, I don't let a f*ck n*gga by me
Cuz they just wanna be under a King, like Kyrie
n*ggas took the Love out the game like Olynyk
So use your head, n*gga, before you get a hole in it (For real)
50 shot fold ups, I unload the sh*t
Had n*ggas running and ducking and jumping over sh*t (Brrrr)
I pull up on you, it's over with
In one year, I watched my brother take over sh*t (what up n*gga)
G-Star Raw, Balmain moto sh*t (Cap)
Hibachi filet and shrimp, my Kyoto dish
Your Cuban hollow, your Rollie tick (Hahaha)
I'm doing drive-bys dolo, I'm a soloist! (Cap)
Even if it's broad day outside, I'm still letting off the K outside
n*gga I'm shooting like Klay outside
Cuz everyday a n*gga'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, n*gga they outside (Woo)
Kick his door down, rob the n*gga barefaced
Blow his fitted on the back hall staircase (Cap)
Nas' baby mama got the scared face (Hahaha)
She gonna take me to their safe
You ain't a fly n*gga, everything you wear fake
Rocking Fashion Rebels letterman, the sleeves are rare snake (Cap)
My dawg got a rackateer case (free my n*gga)
Taking it to trial, I hope he get a fair shake (Cap)
And you rap n*ggas disgust me (Aha)
One of the illest out, you've gotta discuss me (For real)
Good kid, but I let the streets corrupt me
f*ck around, your life gonna come to an end abruptly
I'm that n*gga I must be
f*ck a b*tch once, and now she trying to cuff me (Hahaha)
You ain't a shooter, you're gun dusty
Black tape on the handle, the .38 rusty (Pow pow pow)
[Outro]
f*ck these n*ggas talkin' 'bout?
Ayo Daringer man, I got these n*ggas, man
Conway the Machine, S-E Gang n*gga, Griselda b*tch
You know how I do, you know how I play n*gga
Westside what's popping n*gga
Yeah, yeah