Blakk Tape

(Eeh-eeh) yeah, turn that shit up some (Eeh-eeh) nah mean? I want to feel it in my soul, my nigga Gotta give these niggas that gospel, ya feel me? Machine, bitch Griselda, nigga Yeah, you know what I hate, though? It's always one of you bum ass niggas that be talking All wreckless like ya'll niggas really live that life Like ya'll niggas really 'bout that, nigga Put one of you niggas on a t-shirt nigga For real nigga I'm from the hood nigga 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 nigga mention my name, everybody getting the drum, for fun Look, I don't let a fuck nigga by me 'Cause they just wanna be under a King, like Kyrie Niggas took the Love out the game like Olynyk So use your head, nigga, before you get a hole in it (for real) 50 shot fold ups, I unload the shit Had niggas running and ducking and jumping over shit (brrrr) I pull up on you, it's over with In one year, I watched my brother take over shit (what up nigga) G-Star Raw, Balmain moto shit (cap) Hibachi filet and shrimp, my Kyoto dish, huh 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 Nigga I'm shooting like Klay outside 'Cause ever yday a nigga's gun spray outside And I ain't trying to lay outside I'm from the hood where the G's sell gay outside It could be four in the morning, nigga they outside (whoo) Kick his door down, rob the nigga barefaced Blow his fitted on the back hall staircase (cap) Nas' baby mama got the scared face She gonna take me to their safe You ain't a fly nigga, everything you wear fake (I see you) Rocking Fashion Rebels letterman, the sleeves are rare snake (cap), uh My dawg got a rackateer case (free my nigga) Taking it to trial, I hope he gets a fair shake (cap) And you rap niggas disgust me (ah) One of the illest out, you've gotta discuss me (for real) Good kid, but I let the streets corrupt me Fuck around, your life gonna come to an end abruptly (on duck tape) I'm that nigga I must be, huh Fuck a bitch once, and now she's trying to cuff me You ain't a shooter, your gun dusty Black tape on the handle, the 38 rusty (pow, pow) Fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout Ayo Daringer man, I got these niggas, man Conway the Machine, S-E Gang nigga, Griselda bitch (brrt) You know how I do, you know how I play nigga Westside what's popping nigga Yeah, yeah