Roqit - Blackout Lyrics

Told 'em they want to the kid to pop out better bring that bag out
Takin' headshots with them 308 gon' make 'em black out
Think they got me pressured but never answer what they ask bout
Did dirt in front my eyes but then wonder why I lash out
Ready to let it loose when I pull up I shoot like stackhouse
Social media stunting these boy can't even put a rack out
Pussy boys so broke they wanna fall out over a half ounce
Never going backwards so ain't shit gonna make me back out
Get a snowball my partna got more white girl than a frat house
Load came on a boat but Imma go and make it disappear
Hearing how you spoke, this shit no joke, let's get that crystal clear
They wanna see me float so I go tote and keep that pistol near
Knew they couldn't touch me told 'em rush me it's like they still ain't here
New coupe how I'm changing gears
Pulled off now she faking tears
Told him he shouldn't lick now he sick like boy quit shaking steer
I got the juice like chasing clear
Look to his eyes I'm facing fear
Thought they had me down but I ain't drown like how I make it here
How I make it here
Big fasad don't change it up now the fake is real
Money on my mental blue green now my brain is teal
Took it on mission now the stick won't b a stainless steel
Told 'em they want to the kid to pop out better bring that bag out
Takin' headshots with them 308 gon' make 'em black out
Think they got me pressured but never answer what they ask bout
Did dirt in front my eyes but then wonder why I lash out
Ready to let it loose when I pull up I shoot like stackhouse
Social media stunting these boy can't even put a rack out
Pussy boys so broke they wanna fall out over a half ounce
Never going backwards so ain't shit gonna make me back out
Get a snowball my partna got more white girl than a frat house
All these bitches in my ears thinking they can get me sprung
Said you want me then bring ur friend cuz imma need that 2 for 1
Know the kid gon keep that heat cuz young Roqit get it done
Turn 'em to a track star fye make 'em turn and run
He get chewed up like some gum
He get left out like some crumbs
But Imma Don, my pockets like a lawn
Don't tell 'em what I'm on, Imma con
Fighter like I'm John, shooter like I'm Bond, and you a pawn
Outta there gone, smoking real muscle know its strong
Big dog know that can't nobody f*cking hold me
How you stand on business with no paper you gon' have to show me
Ruger 57 holding 20, Manu Ginobili
Got some cheese and got bows like some macaroni
Told 'em they want to the kid to pop out better bring that bag out
Takin' headshots with them 308 gon' make 'em black out
Think they got me pressured but never answer what they ask bout
Did dirt in front my eyes but then wonder why I lash out
Ready to let it loose when I pull up I shoot like stackhouse
Social media stunting these boy can't even put a rack out
Pussy boys so broke they wanna fall out over a half ounce
Never going backwards so ain't shit gonna make me back out
Get a snowball my partna got more white girl than a frat house