French Montana - Black Out lyrics
f** the baddest b**h, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out Still got millions in the trap house (stash house) Mix the pills and liquor 'til we black out [Chorus: Young Thug] My driveway cost a couple million just in cars That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'ma wash my j**elry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy [Verse 1: French Montana & Young Thug] Shout out to the trill n***as, millions in the crack house Shout out to my n***as keeping millions in the stash house Know we f**ing all the baddest b**hes, make 'em tap out Mixing all the pills with the liquor 'til we black out Livin' so marvelous, we ready to smoke I think I'm a gangsta, I'm Jeffrey, I'm Sosa I came out the 'Nolia, huh I ride with my brodie, huh We leavin' 'em cozy, huh 'Cause they thinking they know me, huh Man that donkey made me black out All the millions, man, we black out All the cars, man, black out All that work, made we black out Brand new old lady sittin' beside me I was 11 years old, then I turned 13, mothaf** 12, n***a [Chorus: Young Thug] My driveway cost a couple million just in cars That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'ma wash my j**elry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy [Verse 2: French Montana & Young Thug] f** the baddest b**h, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out Still got millions in the trap house (stash house) Mix the pills and liquor 'til we black out Okay, get it Hop up out the mothaf**in' Bentley with a big ol' pistol on my side I don't want nathan with none of y'all, bro, y'all all gon' die All these n***as think I'm gay 'cause the way I wear my trousers Man, we scrambled to the third, money and the power, n***a Needle hit ya nerve, make millions on the curb We live like gangs, rich and famous Rock star tints black, duckin' cages Yellow diamonds on me like a baby ducky I just want your head, like a f**in' monkey I tried to make her a** look fat and poked the back out See me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out [Chorus: Young Thug] My driveway cost a couple million just in cars That loud weight, I just drop some chicken in that hole Fly by you in that brand new Tesla like a shark Ménage à, I just had a threesome with your broad I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'ma wash my j**elry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy [Outro: French Montana & Young Thug] f** the baddest b**h, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out Still got millions in the trap house Mixing all the pills with the liquor 'til we black out I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'ma wash my j**elry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy