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blackout (v2) - glxtch lyrics

[intro]
(i think there’s a glitch)

[chorus]
(uh, uh, uh, uh) i’m clutching sticks, i’m busting it (i’m clutching)
blackout, hit him in his eye, the mag’, i’m dumping it (frrt)
(uh, uh, uh, uh) two hundred rounds, i’m pumping bl!cks
lightning crush, leave him in the dust, i’m pumpkin hunting, n*gga (shh, pumpkin hunting, n*gga)
(uh, uh, uh, uh) this girl disgusting, i said i ain’t cuffin’, tryn’ go from seduction to consumption, n*gga (shh, consumption, baow, baow, baow, baow)
(uh, uh, uh, uh) don’t even be frontin’, to confront with ya, i’ll keep it blunt with ya, ain’t no production, hitta (shh)
get his home, i’m aiming at they dome until they blackout (until they blackout)
went to chrome, a different type of chrome back at the traphouse (chrome hearts)
know i’m glxtch, i’m outside with the switch, i’ll never back down (i’ll never)
you play with glxtch and then you play with sticks, back to your background (sticks, back to—)

[verse]
switching me ’bout three to four lanes, i ain’t scared of diggers (i ain’t scared)
we the k!llers, or should i say, the rippers of every shot they sent us
silent drillers, send ’em shivers
suppressor gon’ whisper as i clutch the trigger (grrt)
couple drillers, couple diggers, couple peelers (baow, baow, baow, ah)
couple quitters, get up off the field, you ain’t bustin’ pillars (uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
look at that boy neck, i got karats, you got a couple silvers (shh, uh*huh)
drive*by in a dodge, i told the cops we shot a couple pictures (shh)
bloodthirst, type o and alcohol, call that a cup of liquor (ah, ah, ah, ah)
chop— choppa feelin’ you, my stick a munch, it eat you up for lunch
don’t know how you gon’ get out of here without you getting crunched
preheat a million in the oven so i can burn a bunch (bunch)
gucci, prada, flame the dollar
pop a collar, rock a model
that boy fake, got balenci*nadas (yeah)
kick her off, i’m playin’ soccer (yeah, yeah)
thirty racks, too easy, guala (okay)
whip it up like it’s betty crocker
why do i bother? could fetch some lobster
to be honored, too provocative, can’t get to purgin’ yet (yeah)
yo sh*t green, need a certain bezel
they say there’s too much of everything, reached my limit on cash (reached my limit on cash)
one percent of my whole bank account at least three duffle bags
grandma tryna put me on the disc to put this all on wax
before that, if i catch my opps lackin’, vision turning black (my vision turning black)
blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout (hahahaha, blackout, uh)
[chorus]
(uh, uh, uh, uh) i’m clutching sticks, i’m busting it (yeah)
blackout, hit him in his eye, the mag’, i’m dumping it
(uh, uh, uh, uh) two hundred rounds, i’m pumping bl!cks
lightning crush, leave him in the dust, i’m pumpkin hunting, n*gga (shh, mhm)
(uh, uh, uh, uh) this girl disgusting, i said i ain’t cuffin’, tryn’ go from seduction to consumption, n*gga (i ain’t, shh, consumption)
(uh, uh, uh, uh) don’t even be frontin’, to confront with ya, i’ll keep it blunt with ya, ain’t no production, hitta (shh)
get his home, i’m aiming at they dome until they blackout
went to chrome, a different type of chrome back at the traphouse
know i’m glxtch, i’m outside with the switch, i’ll never back down
you play with glxtch and then you play with sticks, back to your background

[outro]
g*g*g*g*g*g*g*get his home, i’m aiming at they dome until they blackout (yeah)
went to chrome, a different type of chrome back at the traphouse (ah)
know i’m glxtch, i’m outside with the switch, i’ll never back down
you play with glxtch and then you play with sticks, back to your background

- glxtch lyrics

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