llay3 - Blackout Lyrics

I'm in the crib standing on 10
Bet not catch a opp cause bullets do know where he live
Where he at he tryna jump over the fence
Bullets hawked em down and left his body in a ditch

Police found his body, made his ass twitch
This a cold beat, this a cold switch
Gen 5, brand 10, new bullets
762's in this crib, we caught his brother yap

Caught me up at hat, spot his ass up
Lay his ass down, then the police picked him up
Now it's time to go, runnin' through the back
Me and Rico, we be smokin' on that cat piss

Inna truck we, tryna pick a nigga up
Hit his ass up two times in two states
What the f*ck, he can't never get away
The Cartier said, match the Cartier shades

Beat the pussy up and then I pass it to my six
We be gettin' lit, we tryna f*ck a nigga bitch
Throwin' gang signs at the f*ckin' bus stop
We'll f*ckin' kill a nigga, make a nigga heart stop

Take his dreads off, take a nigga head off
He be talkin' shit, I'm tryna take a nigga leg off
Blow his shit back to kick back the six pack