Left Brain - BlaccFriday lyrics

[Verse 1: Hodgy] I rock a black tee, I step in black shoes My denim jeans black and my fitted is too I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome I need a black card cause I'm a black shopper Clean out the stores like somebody robbed ya Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags The black bags with the gold writin' on the black tag The Jager in my cup is licorice black Soon as I turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back I'm rich, I'm wealthy, I'm drunk and I'm black I'm dope, I'm coke, I'm weed, I'm crack I'll get you hooked like you relapsed It's Blacc Friday and I'm glad to be black It's Blacc Friday and I'm glad to be black [Hook] What do we do on Blacc Friday? Chill with my crew on Blacc Friday Get in the mood on Blacc Friday You know what? n***a, it's Blacc Friday What do we do on Blacc Friday? Chill with my crew on Blacc Friday Get in the mood on Blacc Friday Cause it's Friday, it's Blacc Friday [Verse 2: Tyler] White b**hes, white girls, white d** Black girls don't do it but my type does f** it in my white van, beat her with a nice white nightstand Until I give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat E-T-I-H, W's, double D's on her knees White gargle yellow f**in' bumblebees Use whitey's as my dinner course for intercourse So much f**in' white make Darth Vader have a thinner force But of course, I'm the white boy that shows no remorse Pull up on a stark with enough white to k** a horse n***a Friday, f** a Blacc Friday, umm Wolf Gang make a white pregnant b**h wan' abort Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang With a white box logo with a couple stains From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray [Hook] [Verse 3: Mike G] Gravis black box, gray Hundreds sox Everythin' new, so my whole team rock like Metallica Gun metal twenty-ten Challenger sh** stress free I ain't even gon' ha**le her I just play my part make moves like chess Ask your b**h who the best, question mark like Guess? Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back Shades dark as f** so all I see is black Bet that, look I'm a Hot Topic n***a My attire dark lookin' like a Gothic n***a Spit sh** take off like a rocket, n***a Got the whole West coast in my pocket n***a Pitch the rock, Mike Vick, swag so sick Ask 'bout me b**h, dressed like an eclipse Tell the truth, this sh** wouldn't be fun without me b**h I'm drawing Black Lines ask the Hundreds about me [Hook]