Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Out, artist - Max B. Date of issue: 18.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Black Out |
| Fuck the baddest bitch, 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 |
| 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 jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy |
| Shout out to the trill niggas, millions in the crack house |
| Shout out to my niggas keeping millions in the stash house |
| Know we fucking all the baddest bitches, make 'em tap out |
| Mixing al 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, mothafuck 12, nigga |
| 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 jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy |
| Fuck the baddest bitch, 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 mothafuckin' 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 niggas think I’m gay 'cause the way I wear my trousers |
| Man, we scrambled to the third, money and the power, nigga |
| 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 fuckin' monkey |
| I tried to make her ass look fat and poked the back out |
| See me walk up in the spot, hundred racks out |
| 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 jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy |
| Fuck the baddest bitch, 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 jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y’all, ayy |