"BlackTop" lyrics
Uhfwea & SSGKobe Lyrics
BlackTop, break the bank
Diamonds jumping chain to chain
Blunt strong, different strains
Niggas tryna bowl out they lane
Headshot, I ain't aim to play
Talk to 'em, Talk to 'em
I spend my money on clothes and shrooms
Drank-baby, I'm off that too
Shawty love me, I'll see you soon
Raf Simmons, clovers on
I put all my bruddas on
Sticks in the air like J-shoota
Straps from the back like Saint Laurent
I say my prayers
My enemies got vendetta
I lock the wheel and I spin, and spin, and spin
Lil bitch I'm a player
3.5 in my blunt, I puff that gas, I breathe like Vader
Got an Indi-bitch like Sneha
She bad as fuck, I don't play 'bout her
Big scope on the side of gun
Double p*rc pop make her gnarly
Freak bitch kissing the dick, no tongue
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
23 on my boots, I kick no stomp
I run to the bag like Forest no Gump
And these niggas mad 'cause they been stumped
On something, something, something
Tennis chains diamonds they touching
I get hoes from the North like Poutine
I still make her switch her routine
Shawty eat raw like sashimi
She black like coffee, her juice like Kiwi
PJ flight we get no sleep
I be talkin that shit, make a opp nigga feel it
Yeah, I be talking that
I drop a hunnid then I get it back
I can flip that shit over like 20 times
Hat to 6, step back see different signs
Maybach truck with the back wide
Our pockets alike but they different size
Got 20 hoes with me they fall in line
I'm on Uhfwea shit, they fantasize
BlackTop, break the bank (Blacktop break the [?])
Diamonds jumping chain to chain (Diamonds jumping chain to chain)
Blunt strong, different strains (Blunt strong)
Niggas tryna bowl out they lane
Headshot, I ain't aim to play
Talk to 'em, Talk to 'em
I spend my money on clothes and shrooms
Drank-baby, I'm off that too
Shawty love me, I'll see you soon
Raf Simmons, clovers on
I put all my bruddas on
Sticks in the air like J-shoota
Straps from the back like Saint Laurent
Got Saint Laurent on my shoes
Saint Laurent all over my back
These niggas don't got no class
These hoes don't really got no class
I just pull up in my RAF, SRT made the hoe look up
Run around, shoot that bitch off the belt
Running the money, got one more lap
We got one more try
Pull up to the back, they serving that crack (huh)
I got too many straps
Choppa hit you, turning blue 'n black (hey)
This all facts, shawty wan' love me, text me back
She wanna be here but she can't stay
Cause I gotta go 'head live my life (Yeah)
I put Dior on my back
Got sweatsuits on the flight
I put Dior all on my face
Hoodie, mask, no face no case
She got Rick Owens just for the lace
She eat up the whole thang, put her whole face in the plate
I just pull up and I'm pourin the Tris
Got Glock and the kick with the burgundy stick
BlackTop, break the bank
Diamonds jumping chain to chain
Blunt strong, different strains
Niggas tryna bowl out they lane
Headshot, I ain't aim to play
Talk to 'em, Talk to 'em
I spend my money on clothes and shrooms
Drank-baby, I'm off that too
Shawty love me, I'll see you soon
Raf Simmons, clovers on
I put all my bruddas on
Sticks in the air like J-shoota
Straps from the back like Saint Laurent
Diamonds jumping chain to chain
Blunt strong, different strains
Niggas tryna bowl out they lane
Headshot, I ain't aim to play
Talk to 'em, Talk to 'em
I spend my money on clothes and shrooms
Drank-baby, I'm off that too
Shawty love me, I'll see you soon
Raf Simmons, clovers on
I put all my bruddas on
Sticks in the air like J-shoota
Straps from the back like Saint Laurent
I say my prayers
My enemies got vendetta
I lock the wheel and I spin, and spin, and spin
Lil bitch I'm a player
3.5 in my blunt, I puff that gas, I breathe like Vader
Got an Indi-bitch like Sneha
She bad as fuck, I don't play 'bout her
Big scope on the side of gun
Double p*rc pop make her gnarly
Freak bitch kissing the dick, no tongue
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman
23 on my boots, I kick no stomp
I run to the bag like Forest no Gump
And these niggas mad 'cause they been stumped
On something, something, something
Tennis chains diamonds they touching
I get hoes from the North like Poutine
I still make her switch her routine
Shawty eat raw like sashimi
She black like coffee, her juice like Kiwi
PJ flight we get no sleep
I be talkin that shit, make a opp nigga feel it
Yeah, I be talking that
I drop a hunnid then I get it back
I can flip that shit over like 20 times
Hat to 6, step back see different signs
Maybach truck with the back wide
Our pockets alike but they different size
Got 20 hoes with me they fall in line
I'm on Uhfwea shit, they fantasize
BlackTop, break the bank (Blacktop break the [?])
Diamonds jumping chain to chain (Diamonds jumping chain to chain)
Blunt strong, different strains (Blunt strong)
Niggas tryna bowl out they lane
Headshot, I ain't aim to play
Talk to 'em, Talk to 'em
I spend my money on clothes and shrooms
Drank-baby, I'm off that too
Shawty love me, I'll see you soon
Raf Simmons, clovers on
I put all my bruddas on
Sticks in the air like J-shoota
Straps from the back like Saint Laurent
Got Saint Laurent on my shoes
Saint Laurent all over my back
These niggas don't got no class
These hoes don't really got no class
I just pull up in my RAF, SRT made the hoe look up
Run around, shoot that bitch off the belt
Running the money, got one more lap
We got one more try
Pull up to the back, they serving that crack (huh)
I got too many straps
Choppa hit you, turning blue 'n black (hey)
This all facts, shawty wan' love me, text me back
She wanna be here but she can't stay
Cause I gotta go 'head live my life (Yeah)
I put Dior on my back
Got sweatsuits on the flight
I put Dior all on my face
Hoodie, mask, no face no case
She got Rick Owens just for the lace
She eat up the whole thang, put her whole face in the plate
I just pull up and I'm pourin the Tris
Got Glock and the kick with the burgundy stick
BlackTop, break the bank
Diamonds jumping chain to chain
Blunt strong, different strains
Niggas tryna bowl out they lane
Headshot, I ain't aim to play
Talk to 'em, Talk to 'em
I spend my money on clothes and shrooms
Drank-baby, I'm off that too
Shawty love me, I'll see you soon
Raf Simmons, clovers on
I put all my bruddas on
Sticks in the air like J-shoota
Straps from the back like Saint Laurent
