Front page shit don't impress me (no) Always making paper like the press be (woah) Got ya own lane Making money with the gang Come kick it let me show you where the best be (low) Few zips smoke big packs now Few bucks count big racks now VIP Pasto Henny Whole team turnt We go blackout (Black Out) Big Bag Bring big cash out (cash out) Drip drip got that splash now (splash now) Turn this up til that bass boom Watch this freak bitch shake that ass now (ass now) Pull up on me shawty don't waste time Deep throat that's a different type of FaceTime You buss it open all you gotta do is taste wine I'm in the jungle so I heard it through the grape vine (grape vine) Blackout blackout blackout homie 10 toes you can count them on me Know my team is counting on me Smell like I got ounces on me Blackout blackout blackout wavey Paid attention now they pay me Ak got them going crazy Like them needles in the 80's Cook up this that crack now (crack now) Stay calm please don't act out (act out) Foreign and them models pulling up But we will back out (back out) Don't know how to act now Wen we pull up ain't no pat down Got my shootas on the front line And my shootas in the background (background) Yeah I'm up next no hold up Say they want smoke so roll up Niggas out here chatting Never knowing what we holdin Leave em like a backwood All swoll up, froze up Money to be made then we show up (show up) Hennything could happen nigga pour up (pour up) Big Gas Propane Gang Gang Go Up Go Up Black Out (blackout) Black Out (blackout) Black Out (blackout) Woah Pull Up Don't AcT out or we Back out, black out, back out Black Out (blackout) Back Out (blackout) Black Out (blackout) Woah Back Out (blackout) Black Out (blackout) Back Out (blackout) Huh Designer Bringing drama I don't need a baby momma I'm the kinda Man to worry bout the grammer Making commas In a sonna I'm a cool breeze Clips like the movies Hands will handle money catch these kicks bitch I be Bruce-lee Let her hit that tussie Then she gone seduce me She don't kiss and tell she get shenell Yeah that's them 2 C's Bad Bitches in orbit Better yet Rotation Touch down they enjoy it My rocket ship they tasting Blow jobs I employ it Promotion if you patient No time for petty static I just fuckin change the station See that bass boom in the rear view I'm really up now I ain't up next I touch down Get the buss down They moving suss now Cause they upset I done elevated, while they meditated They was sleeping like I don't remember I done demonstrated, why I been the greatest Drop the ball like the end of December No Front page shit don't impress me (no) Always making paper like the press be (woah) Got ya own lane Makin money with the gang Come kick it lemme show u where the best be (low)