"Blacking Out" lyrics
Phillip Wolf, Ajax Stacks & Fresco Trey Lyrics
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
It's on me, on me
Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me
I don't hear a sound
I'm just blacking out, yeah
It's on me
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
On me, it's on me
Type of money I ain't never seen
Bringing out the freaks, ah yeah they on me
Type of shit that's only in a dream
Well if it is, then Imma go to sleep
Said I been used catching up to stay afloat
Now I'm shining when I walk up on the scene
All the fake shit on the side is getting old
Now it's triple that I'm really bout to grind up on the west side
All these blessings went and hit me kinda like a test I
Gotta go and take the road lightly test drive, Imma mess I
Went and got a foreign stranger on my bedside, got her on my bedside
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
It's on me, on me
Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me
I don't hear a sound
I'm just blacking out, yeah
It's on me
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
On me, it's on me
Look, got a couple hundred racks in the crib now
Got a kid but she ain't even a kid now
Corporate baddie that my type like a email
Balkan baby, that my foreign, that my pen pal
Always in the right, she could do no wrong
Stuffing green up in the bag, you think we mowin' lawns
These days even ops tryna get along
Used to beef in the club, turn that bitch to Jimmy John's
Now it's paper over problems, less it's problems over paper
Now it's new buildings, condos as my neighbors
Friends turn to haters, smoke turns to vapor
Now we buying rounds, toasting shots without the chaser, I'm gone
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
It's on me, on me
Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me
I don't hear a sound
I'm just blacking out, yeah
It's on me
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
On me, it's on me
Walk in the room I ain't even gotta pop my shit
They know I'm havin'
Broke niggas gonna hate fa sho'
But not up front they gon' be passive
Put belt to ass like they my kids
They might as well call me daddy
Get on the beat start walking, running, flying
Young nigga feel like Aladdin
They bring up money and I just laugh
Cause them boys too naive
Just got a wire for two hundred thousand
My dad got half cheese
Just cause she bad, she think Imma buy her something
It's not that easy
But if you mine, then yeah I trick
I'll buy whatever you need
LAX, popping shit no sweat
Twenty five for the shoes
Thirty five for the set
Shawty bad, and she wanna roll the dice
I'm like bet
10 a.m., still drunk
Nigga ain't slept yet, but I pop out
Know I got a
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
It's on me, on me
Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me
I don't hear a sound
I'm just blacking out, yeah
It's on me
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
On me, it's on me
It's on me, on me
Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me
I don't hear a sound
I'm just blacking out, yeah
It's on me
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
On me, it's on me
Type of money I ain't never seen
Bringing out the freaks, ah yeah they on me
Type of shit that's only in a dream
Well if it is, then Imma go to sleep
Said I been used catching up to stay afloat
Now I'm shining when I walk up on the scene
All the fake shit on the side is getting old
Now it's triple that I'm really bout to grind up on the west side
All these blessings went and hit me kinda like a test I
Gotta go and take the road lightly test drive, Imma mess I
Went and got a foreign stranger on my bedside, got her on my bedside
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
It's on me, on me
Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me
I don't hear a sound
I'm just blacking out, yeah
It's on me
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
On me, it's on me
Look, got a couple hundred racks in the crib now
Got a kid but she ain't even a kid now
Corporate baddie that my type like a email
Balkan baby, that my foreign, that my pen pal
Always in the right, she could do no wrong
Stuffing green up in the bag, you think we mowin' lawns
These days even ops tryna get along
Used to beef in the club, turn that bitch to Jimmy John's
Now it's paper over problems, less it's problems over paper
Now it's new buildings, condos as my neighbors
Friends turn to haters, smoke turns to vapor
Now we buying rounds, toasting shots without the chaser, I'm gone
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
It's on me, on me
Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me
I don't hear a sound
I'm just blacking out, yeah
It's on me
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
On me, it's on me
Walk in the room I ain't even gotta pop my shit
They know I'm havin'
Broke niggas gonna hate fa sho'
But not up front they gon' be passive
Put belt to ass like they my kids
They might as well call me daddy
Get on the beat start walking, running, flying
Young nigga feel like Aladdin
They bring up money and I just laugh
Cause them boys too naive
Just got a wire for two hundred thousand
My dad got half cheese
Just cause she bad, she think Imma buy her something
It's not that easy
But if you mine, then yeah I trick
I'll buy whatever you need
LAX, popping shit no sweat
Twenty five for the shoes
Thirty five for the set
Shawty bad, and she wanna roll the dice
I'm like bet
10 a.m., still drunk
Nigga ain't slept yet, but I pop out
Know I got a
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
It's on me, on me
Type of money I ain't never seen, it's on me
I don't hear a sound
I'm just blacking out, yeah
It's on me
Hundred fifty racks up on the seat
On me, it's on me
