Blankin

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sneakk] They ask me, like Sneakk, boy, why you sing a lot? 'Cause to get your girl wet, knock her out her socks I ain't never been a square, I think outside the box I beat a nigga ass, he don't want box Lil Money hit his block, let off hella shots I ain't gotta do the job, bitch, I got the drop I been making hella bands, I don't wanna stop All blue face bills, these are not props A couple 50's [?] I stacked [?], this [?] light 20 I don't throw no hands, the 40 gon' fight for me Pocket rocket on my hip, that's the light 40 Po-po [?] diamonds still dancing on me They know I'm just not no R&B singer, real gangsta ass nigga Holding up the middle finger, can't help you with shit, bitch, that ain't my job Don't ask me no questions, no, you can't know why All these voices in my head, what you really think? Summertime [?] I'm tired of [?] Cuban link I'ma bend her ass over, I'ma break the sink Baby throw that ass at me, this the major leagues Big money balling, when a nigga hit the scene Cookie fucking up my lungs, when I hit the weed I be smoking on that gas, you be smoking seeds I get to [?] on these niggas, catch me blacking out I saved a hundred bands, in the same bank account I ain't rich yet, [?] my mama [?] I do it for the gang, bitch, you do it for the clout [Verse 2: Yhung T.O.] Niggas know about T.O., I'm a shooter nigga Touch the chain up on my neck, and I'ma shoot a nigga VVS's on my neck, and these the newe ones, nigga Send a bullet to his mouth, and leave him toothless, nigga You know it's [?] and I be wreckless All this time and all this money I invested Just to make it to the top, in this music shit And if a nigga try me, I ain't scared to lose this shit 'Cause I ain't worried 'bout [?] nigga I ain't scared to pull [?] trigger 'Cause I [?] [?] leave a nigga headless Thug life, I'm on my 2Pac shit [?] got the juice, on my 2Pac shit [?] nigga in my section, [?] And my crew drop shit, and we pop our shit And we'll drop a nigga too So tell me what you wanna do Nigga, don't talk, make a move I be [?] with these tools I can take a nigga bitch, with all these chains on Let a nigga touch this, I'll leave his brain gone All my niggas really thuggin', I can't change, na My brother died, and I've been going through some things, dawg We see niggas face to face, they don't say shit Young nigga, I was seventeen with a K clip Running up broad day, tryna [?] shit I'm still thuggin', like a nigga never made shit But I made it all And me and all my niggas, we gon' ball You know I'm with the shit, I'm with it all So if a nigga want smoke, we kill them all, yeah