All Black Attire

Eyeyeyey What Yo (Eh) Yo (What?) Yo (Eh) Yo Whatcha wanna do when I walk in the place Got the bouncers all paid off Blunt in my face like Woah, woah, woah (Woah) Grade in my lungs Got me wavy as I say hello Oh, oh (Oh) Got the bouncers on my payroll People throwing weed in my path as I roll through No red carpet I glide like a kite though (Glide like a kite though) I got the Demons on my side I ain't gonna lie (Nah) Bloody air force one's like someone died (Yeah) Triple 6 to the grave Third eye lit up I can see the end But I know it's gonna start again Eh, eh Mix some henny with the cola I ain't talkin bout a mixer Waitin in the queue Like I'm waiting for a funeral All black attire Attire, attire Whatcha wanna do when I walk in the place No face no case Keep it covered with a cloud of haze (Haze, haze) Everybody in the place like woah, you know that's grade (Grade, grade) I got a bottle of henny in the boot With a bally and some all-black gloves And some rope Don't choke, when cops drive by Give a wave Then I scoot that whip round the corner like I'm try'na do a dance with death No fuss, I ain't try'na make a mess No stress, make a man disappear like my hearts in my chest though (Like my hearts in my chest though) I got the Demons on my side I ain't gonna lie (Nah) Bloody air force 1s like someone died (Yea) Triple 6 to the grave Third eye lit up I can see the end But I know it's gonna start again Oh, oh Mix some henny with the cola I ain't talkin bout a mixer Waitin in the queue Like I'm waiting for a funeral All black attire Attire, attire Oni Ugh, I just walked in Dead men don't do talking Wet from the shots I locked in Like the beat these bodies droppin I, I got the bullets Like machines with the cord Gotta pull it Growin up turned me into a bully None of this matters so I deserve fully everything I couldn't afford growing up Give my kids a better life A little luck is all I need And some speed Cause this shit be slow as fuck Run it on up Up, up to the moon Like I am stonks I am always so loony Profile pictures always cartoony You always fishy like you are mooney I like my days like my women - Gloomy I like the world like my vision - Doomy Drinking their blood like a family tradition Eating your soul just to follow religion Rip it out, beating, all opposition Thought you could handle, assume the position What's with the crying, thought you conditioned All that you want, by definition Urgh, I'm everything that you want bitch All black attire, so fuck rich Even when you're right, you're wrong bitch Blurgh I got the Demons on my side, I ain't gonna lie (Nah) Bloody air force 1s like someone died (Yeah) Triple 6 to the grave, third eye lit up I can see the end But I know it's gonna start again Oh, oh Mix some henny with the cola I ain't talkin bout a mixer Waitin in the queue Like I'm like I'm for a funeral All black attire (Attire, attire) Yeah All black attire, all black attire All black attire, all black attire