Lyrics Black Saturday - Auxxk

Black Saturday

Been thinking a lot
Been drinking a lot
Smokin so heavy
I’m part of the sky
Life been a bitch
Shit is a glitch
I felt like I died
Sick to stomach
Heart full of ice
Can’t fuck wit no phonies
That shit out of line
My time on the line
Ain’t wasting a dime
Ain’t fucking wit nothing but Benji’s
Blade on my hip like I’m rinji
Life in my hands and pending
Slept on me now you offended
Lately been feeling moe distant
Lately been feeling too iffy
Pistol stay full ain’t no loafing
Posing I break yo composure
Closer, this shit ain’t hostes
Soul in the air, I won’t post shit
Snitching I cannot condone it
Astral projection I’m on it
Shots at yo head, now you zoning
Phone in you calling, yo homies
Sorry them niggas they know me
They don’t want none of this pressure
They don’t want none of this pressure
They don’t want none of this pressure
They don’t want none of this pressure
They don’t want none of this pressure
Let’s get to part where I show, dat we really different
Fuck all that bitching and talking
Walk up, it’s one in the chamber
Lil nigga
You living to dangerous
Treat yo ass like you was stranger
Finger been itching, might strangle
Tangle ya life, wit hollow
No shinigami
Just pistols
Holes in ya chest
They going miss you
It ain’t no case
Mask on my face
Dey calling me crazy, they asking bout bodies, like shady, you ain’t tote
shotti, but trust me, I road wit the pistols, walk wit my bitch
Parinoid fucker
Niggas was moving to shady
Told them it’s fuck you or pay me
Kill
Can’t figure out how they going end me
Kill
Ain’t feeling them shots they sending
Kill
You not bout that shit, imma witness
Talking bout about they going slay
Notes on my door like they hate me
Trust when I catch you, no fade b
4 5 going to you to gravy
Bullets for low
Black Friday
Street sweep ya block for the low
Never going look for consignment
My niggas riding wit poles
Up off the left, chuck Norris boot in chest
Buck shot rip through ya vest, Teflon I turn that to streads
Now it’s a Sunday, you sleep in yo best
Sound getting crazy, they feeling the stress
How he keep changing, I thought he was dead
But bitch I’m the devil, I really been dead
Life been some shit, since my pops met his end
Now I’m on one, so don’t ask if I’m good
Just know I ain’t loafing
No not if I could
Don’t sleep on the regular
Night terrors real
So back to Reality
Just check of hit a mil
Give a fuck if I’m poppin
Just pay me, or come wit the drama