Blacc gloccs blacc sticcs
Hit a licc
And maybe i can get
Up outta dis bitch
Post traumatic
And insomnia since
I'm associated with
Alotta dis shit
Blue rags
Couple snakes in the grass
Red beams
Sit up under
Da glizzy
Extended clip
And got the tactical kit
Yea im boxer proper
I aint wrestling with em
I got technical fouls
Yea we hacc'n a nigga
Lacc of moral compass
Aint no answer for dem
Shoot up the car and don't kill em
Just hit all the passengers with em
Yea that's an assist
I bet he a feel it
Hear dem shots ring
And sirens
They come from
A distance
U run up the checc
It hit different
They start to trippin'
So that sticc on me now
Like i'm limping
Fr it's TATE Nigga
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you....BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
This shit is like do or die
Don't keep, its suicide
These niggas just stupid guys, All filled up wit foolish pride
See I could see thru the eyes
I can see thru the lies
The 9, it don't euthanize
I show you its truest side
I'm giving stern advice like Howard on E at night
Run up and pay the price
Served like Hibachi rice
My nigga won't say it twice
I told you ain't playing nice
A permanent visit to Christ, not sorry for taking yo life
I cant meet with death
I slept with a Tec
I ain't getting rest
It's maximum stress
The fam is a mess
It's Hard to feel blessed
Wen you in a war that don't need a vest
Black
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Stray Anthony - Black (feat. Tate228) Lyrics
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Blacc gloccs blacc sticcs
Hit a licc
And maybe i can get
Up outta dis bitch
Post traumatic
And insomnia since
I'm associated with
Alotta dis shit
Blue rags
Couple snakes in the grass
Red beams
Sit up under
Da glizzy
Extended clip
And got the tactical kit
Yea im boxer proper
I aint wrestling with em
I got technical fouls
Yea we hacc'n a nigga
Lacc of moral compass
Aint no answer for dem
Shoot up the car and don't kill em
Just hit all the passengers with em
Yea that's an assist
I bet he a feel it
Hear dem shots ring
And sirens
They come from
A distance
U run up the checc
It hit different
They start to trippin'
So that sticc on me now
Like i'm limping
Fr it's TATE Nigga
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you....BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
This shit is like do or die
Don't keep, its suicide
These niggas just stupid guys, All filled up wit foolish pride
See I could see thru the eyes
I can see thru the lies
The 9, it don't euthanize
I show you its truest side
I'm giving stern advice like Howard on E at night
Run up and pay the price
Served like Hibachi rice
My nigga won't say it twice
I told you ain't playing nice
A permanent visit to Christ, not sorry for taking yo life
I cant meet with death
I slept with a Tec
I ain't getting rest
It's maximum stress
The fam is a mess
It's Hard to feel blessed
Wen you in a war that don't need a vest
Black
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Hit a licc
And maybe i can get
Up outta dis bitch
Post traumatic
And insomnia since
I'm associated with
Alotta dis shit
Blue rags
Couple snakes in the grass
Red beams
Sit up under
Da glizzy
Extended clip
And got the tactical kit
Yea im boxer proper
I aint wrestling with em
I got technical fouls
Yea we hacc'n a nigga
Lacc of moral compass
Aint no answer for dem
Shoot up the car and don't kill em
Just hit all the passengers with em
Yea that's an assist
I bet he a feel it
Hear dem shots ring
And sirens
They come from
A distance
U run up the checc
It hit different
They start to trippin'
So that sticc on me now
Like i'm limping
Fr it's TATE Nigga
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you....BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
This shit is like do or die
Don't keep, its suicide
These niggas just stupid guys, All filled up wit foolish pride
See I could see thru the eyes
I can see thru the lies
The 9, it don't euthanize
I show you its truest side
I'm giving stern advice like Howard on E at night
Run up and pay the price
Served like Hibachi rice
My nigga won't say it twice
I told you ain't playing nice
A permanent visit to Christ, not sorry for taking yo life
I cant meet with death
I slept with a Tec
I ain't getting rest
It's maximum stress
The fam is a mess
It's Hard to feel blessed
Wen you in a war that don't need a vest
Black
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Riding round with the stick on em
Keep the drip on em, 30 clip on him
Got the bitch on him, call him big homie
Don't you slip homie
Don't you, BLACK
Writer: Alfred Tate, Kerrick Metoyer
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