Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Saturday, artist - Auxxk. Album song Infiniti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Vii Firm
Song language: English
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 |