Blackout - Lil Keed, Dae Dae

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Say what?

Say what?

Baby girl, say what?

No, don’t need no touch-ups, yeah

Let’s go, let’s go

Yeah, diamonds on me, it’ll never be a blackout

We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out

Yeah she tricky, yeah she lick it, yeah she leave my lights out

I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that’s my lifestyle

I touch her body so politely

Keep that pussy bald-head for me

I fuck on her, now she want two-fifty beads, yeah

Got her wrapped 'round my finger, now she cannot leave

Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me

How you in the slime pit but you don’t know Bleveland streets?

We’ll lead you on when you get left in the creek

YSL stoned, who gettin' higher than we?

What is you on?

What you wanna do tonight?

Henny patron, it could be a long night

We can fuck all night, scream, baby, it’s alright

They bitin' drip, it’s alright

You can bet it, my money right

Take you shopping alright

Yeah, they’ll catch you lackin' alright

Just left the studio from puttin' in overtime

Then I go to her house and put in overtime

Deep tissue, get a bankroll at Jeju’s

Anything you want, you can get it

And we smoking dank, not no reggie, no midget

Two-fifty, that Richard Mille cost a ticket

She don’t even know what it was, she said her ex-nigga was slippin'

I was in two-fifty off Bleveland, up in them trenches

And I’ll make her proud of me, no Penny

Gucci loafers on my feet, no, not penny, yeah, yeah

Yeah, diamonds on me, it’ll never be a blackout

We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out

Yeah she tricky, yeah she lick it, yeah she leave my lights out

I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that’s my lifestyle

I touch her body so politely

Keep that pussy bald-head for me

I fuck on her, now she want two-fifty beads, yeah

Got her wrapped 'round my finger, now she cannot leave

Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me

How you in the slime pit but you don’t know Bleveland streets?

We’ll lead you on when you get left in the creek

YSL stoned, who gettin' higher than we?

Hellcat, the fast-lane

Smash that, switchin' lanes

Big racks at the bank

And you mad 'cause you can’t

And I’m dripped up like this drank

Never slippin', what you think?

Two on me like it’s a tank

This shit on me, niggas hate

Gold on me, real plates

Fors on that bitch skate

Rose gold, my bitch wait

Bitches tryna kiss my face, slime

Two-fifty, hold up, house two-sixty (Damn)

Mouth ooh in it

Uh, yeah, we in the city

Hold up, I touch her body lightly, woo

She got that top, yeah she do

Ridin' with the top of the high, we do, yeah

Baby, you get money?

Yeah, me too (Yeah, me too)

Wanna know the slime shit, Keed too (My slime)

Gucci you down if I need to, yeah

My brother, he down if you bleedin' too

I brought out that one and I ain’t mean to

Yeah, diamonds on me, it’ll never be a blackout

We put drums on the stick, come to the block and rock out

Yeah she tricky, yeah she lick it, yeah she leave my lights out

I smoke exotic with exotic bitches, that’s my lifestyle

I touch her body so politely

Keep that pussy bald-head for me

I fuck on her, now she want two-fifty beads, yeah

Got her wrapped 'round my finger, now she cannot leave

Get you hung like some hangers if you try to play with me

How you in the slime pit but you don’t know Bleveland streets?

We’ll lead you on when you get left in the creek

YSL stoned, who gettin' higher than we?