Blackout

So it's either top or I'm out of here

Pop a perc and I black out

Fuckin', I'm blowing her back out

WWE, if she fucking with me

Put the pussy on Smack Down

Gang, gang, gang, gang

And this not a trap house

I'm in a condo, you know I'm up now

I don't know how to use a computer, but

Trust me, bitch, I bring the Mac out

Gang, gang, gang, gang

I'm with a e-girl, this not an e-date

I pop these pills and I fall asleep for like three days

Up all night on a muhfuckin' school day

Cheese on my head like I'm playing for Green Bay

I fell asleep on September 1st

Wake me up at the end of the month, no Green Day

Turn that blick sideways

Let it rip like a fucking Beyblade

I just got back from Paris

Watch my money go up off the fucking exchange rate

I don't clang gang but I got two dicks on me

Every goddamn day, ay, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

That's seven days a week

You pussy niggas weak

And I'm boutta feast

Bitch, give me brain like a geek

Freeze, police!

Bitch, I ain't stopping for shit

You gonna have to shoot me, on God

I got a Uzi, extended the clip

Now that shit is tall, Lil Uzi

Choke the shit out a bitch, look at her neck

Those are not hickeys, they bruises

Look at my bag, it's Louis

I get more neck than a mufuckin' crew neck, on God

My numbers went up, how he do that?

I'm on your block making noise like a jet

I paint my nails and make them beat the piss out a nigga

He thought I was soft, my whip Megatron

This bitch suck my dick when she heard what it costs, on God

Blicky and Becky, Lebron

She shake her ass on my fucking Glock

Hum, pause, I got the sauce

Stand on my money I look like the Rock (gang)

Let me hear that shit one time