"Blacked Out" lyrics
Lil Twist & Cory Gunz Lyrics
(feat. Cory Gunz)
I'm jumping off the top ropes
I feel like Randy Orton
Nigga, Lord knows
Tell them nigga lace 'em up
I'm back in war mode
The light — like God's son, dressed in dark clothes
I'm in art mode
How you want it, Basquiat or Picasso?
Spill ya blood like I'm Van Gogh
Ya die slow, my eyes low as I peel off in Tahoe
It's blacked out
The lacs out, I back out
The Capricorn with a Taurus loaded and Mack out
Blablacaugh
I feel like Mad Max now
Hop on a dune buggy, go to Kyla Pratt's house
It's Free Pops, he still serving the max, how?
He was serving white girl to the black crowds
Boffum
So for my nigga I roll something, smoke something
With two white bitches they nose running
Tell them hoes go and catch it like the bus coming
I'm fucking up these hoes, Future like Russ coming
And been balling since a jit but no trust fundin'
Go from the coach to poppin' shit, feel like Tony Dungy
Or grab a chair and whoop a nigga like down in Montgomery
Na, take his bitch, fold her quick — I'm doing the laundry
Oh shit
Twizzy Twist smoking out the London
I'll burn this bitch down like I burn a 100, Young Money
I'm jumping off the top ropes
I feel like Randy Orton
Nigga, Lord knows
Tell them nigga lace 'em up
I'm back in war mode
The light — like God's son, dressed in dark clothes
I'm in art mode
How you want it, Basquiat or Picasso?
Spill ya blood like I'm Van Gogh
Ya die slow, my eyes low as I peel off in Tahoe
It's blacked out
I'm 'bout to crash out
Slippin' O in they circle, is how I get you axed out
Smoking until I pass out, emotionally scratched out
I gotta get lit, I seen too many homies ashed out
Could've went the crack route, but I went the smack route
Nigga do the most, 'til it's time to go and max out
We don't really play the same pace — I'm Stackhouse
Navigate with gators, same way I did at Shaq house
Ever since I asked how, I was past doubt
One shell, leave a bird brain hatched out
We different, I'm tapped in when they be tapped out
If my nigga Shooter was here, he'd say "You'll be patched out"
Twizzy, stop playing with these niggas
I don't wanna party or rap, I'm praying for these niggas
'Cause they don't really know, I'm okaying with these niggas
If I get the word, I ain't gotta say it to these niggas, look
Don't confuse humble with moving tact
Tell you the truth, none of 'em shooting back
I feel like Randy Orton
Nigga, Lord knows
Tell them nigga lace 'em up
I'm back in war mode
The light — like God's son, dressed in dark clothes
I'm in art mode
How you want it, Basquiat or Picasso?
Spill ya blood like I'm Van Gogh
Ya die slow, my eyes low as I peel off in Tahoe
It's blacked out
The lacs out, I back out
The Capricorn with a Taurus loaded and Mack out
Blablacaugh
I feel like Mad Max now
Hop on a dune buggy, go to Kyla Pratt's house
It's Free Pops, he still serving the max, how?
He was serving white girl to the black crowds
Boffum
So for my nigga I roll something, smoke something
With two white bitches they nose running
Tell them hoes go and catch it like the bus coming
I'm fucking up these hoes, Future like Russ coming
And been balling since a jit but no trust fundin'
Go from the coach to poppin' shit, feel like Tony Dungy
Or grab a chair and whoop a nigga like down in Montgomery
Na, take his bitch, fold her quick — I'm doing the laundry
Oh shit
Twizzy Twist smoking out the London
I'll burn this bitch down like I burn a 100, Young Money
I'm jumping off the top ropes
I feel like Randy Orton
Nigga, Lord knows
Tell them nigga lace 'em up
I'm back in war mode
The light — like God's son, dressed in dark clothes
I'm in art mode
How you want it, Basquiat or Picasso?
Spill ya blood like I'm Van Gogh
Ya die slow, my eyes low as I peel off in Tahoe
It's blacked out
I'm 'bout to crash out
Slippin' O in they circle, is how I get you axed out
Smoking until I pass out, emotionally scratched out
I gotta get lit, I seen too many homies ashed out
Could've went the crack route, but I went the smack route
Nigga do the most, 'til it's time to go and max out
We don't really play the same pace — I'm Stackhouse
Navigate with gators, same way I did at Shaq house
Ever since I asked how, I was past doubt
One shell, leave a bird brain hatched out
We different, I'm tapped in when they be tapped out
If my nigga Shooter was here, he'd say "You'll be patched out"
Twizzy, stop playing with these niggas
I don't wanna party or rap, I'm praying for these niggas
'Cause they don't really know, I'm okaying with these niggas
If I get the word, I ain't gotta say it to these niggas, look
Don't confuse humble with moving tact
Tell you the truth, none of 'em shooting back
