Blacklist (feat. BrxkenBxy)

Are you serious?

Well, everybody want a bad b#tch

I just want a bag, b#tch

Police at my door, they keep on asking where the stash is

She don’t really love me, i just know that she an actress

Well, i don’t really need her, i’ma put her on the blacklist

She was in my dms but i don’t really want her

If anybody want smoke, i’m a smoker, yeah

And if he talking down, he a goner, yeah

I’ma send ’em to the sky like a stoner

Riding with the gun, i’ma squeeze

Can’t breathe, no asthma

Everything i say is straight lava, no plasma

Walk into the building and i’m causing a disaster

I’ma go ghost on a b#tch, no casper

I ain’t tryna be your friend unless i can get it in

I been laying low and i been stacking up my dividends

I’ma give it straight to you, b#tch, i don’t need no middleman

But i’ma keep it quiet, i don’t really know who’s listening

I’ll keep my hoodie on ’cause i don’t really wanna be seen

I gotta watch the people who ain’t playing for my team

You keep on talking, i don’t really know ’bout what you mean

I’m only focused on the green, on the green, hoe

From the 519 to the 613

You could cause a mosh pit, they already know me

I’m no sneak disser, i’m the type to pull up on your clique

With a 30-06 semi-automatic

Go talk your sh#t, lil’ b#tch, i’ma pull up with a stick

Bands on my neck and on my wrist

I’m just telling you what i done did

Since you told me that i wouldn’t be sh#t

Shout-out to my brother, though

We got a pack, made it flip, and now we run it up

You think you cash making, your career a martyrdom

I be busting out these barrels like i’m donkey kong, you hoe

You a b#tch, but it’s good

I eat p#ssies for breakfast

I don’t need no one telling me ’bout how i need to be flexing

You don’t know sh#t about my life, stop tryna get my attention

I might get flooded out the chain just to cure my depression, alright

Yeah, yeah, don-don-don-don, haha

Yeah, uhm-uh-uh

Story hit ’em with it

Let’s get to it

Well, everybody want a bad b#tch

I just want a bag, b#tch

Police at my door, they keep on asking where the stash is

She don’t really love me, i just know that she an actress

Well, i don’t really need her, i’ma put her on the blacklist

She was in my dms but i don’t really want her

If anybody want smoke, i’m a smoker, yeah

And if he talking down, he a goner, yeah

I’ma send ’em to the sky like a stoner

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

No, no, no, no, no, no, uhm-uhm