Blackout (feat. Dae Dae)

Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Say what? Say what? Baby girl, say what? No, don't need no touch-ups, yeah Let's go, let's go Yeah, diamonds on me, it'll never be a blackout We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out Yeah she tricky, yeah, she lick it, yeah, she leave my lights out I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that's my lifestyle I touch her body so politely Keep that pussy bald-head for me I fuck on her, now she want 250 beads, yeah Got her wrapped 'round my finger, now she cannot leave Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me How you in the slime pit but you don't know Bleveland streets? We'll lead you on when you get left in the creek YSL stoned, who gettin' higher than we? What is you on? What you wanna do tonight? Henny patron, it could be a long night We can fuck all night, scream, baby, it's alright They bitin' drip, it's alright You can bet it, my money right Take you shopping alright Yeah, they'll catch you lackin' alright Just left the studio from puttin' in overtime Then I go to her house and put in overtime Deep tissue, get a bankroll at Jeju's Anything you want, you can get it And we smoking dank, not no reggie, no midget 250 that Richard Mille cost a ticket She don't even know what it was, she said her ex-nigga was slippin' I was in 250 off Bleveland, up in them trenches And I'll make her proud of me, no Penny Gucci loafers on my feet, no, not penny, yeah, yeah Yeah, diamonds on me, it'll never be a blackout We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out Yeah, she tricky, yeah, she lick it, yeah, she leave my lights out I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that's my lifestyle I touch her body so politely Keep that pussy bald-head for me I fuck on her, now she want 250 beads, yeah Got her wrapped 'round my finger, now she cannot leave Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me How you in the slime pit but you don't know Bleveland streets? We'll lead you on when you get left in the creek YSL stoned, who gettin' higher than we? Hellcat, the fast-lane Smash that, switchin' lanes Big racks at the bank And you mad 'cause you can't And I'm dripped up like this drank Never slippin', what you think? Two on me like it's a tank This shit on me, niggas hate Gold on me, real plates Fours on that bitch skate Rose gold, my bitch wait Bitches tryna kiss my face, slime 250, hold up, house 260 (damn) Mouth, ooh, in it Uh, yeah, we in the city Hold up, I touch her body lightly, woo She got that top, yeah, she do Ridin' with the top off the high, we do, yeah Baby, you get money? Yeah, me too (yeah, me too) Wanna know the slime shit, Keed too (my slime) Gucci you down if I need to, yeah My brother, he down if you bleedin' too I brought out that one and I ain't mean to Yeah, diamonds on me, it'll never be a blackout We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out Yeah she tricky, yeah, she lick it, yeah, she leave my lights out I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that's my lifestyle I touch her body so politely Keep that pussy bald-head for me I fuck on her, now she want 250 beads, yeah Got her wrapped 'round my finger, now she cannot leave Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me How you in the slime pit but you don't know Bleveland streets? We'll lead you on when you get left in the creek YSL stoned, who gettin' higher than we?