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blackout - tecrxyne lyrics

[intro]
tecrxyne, gang!

[hook]
ima stay popping my sh*t
n*ggas stay tryna get in the mix
slithering around me, they think sl!ck
all this heat always have them missing the pitch
when rxyne in the scene it’s a blackout
shorty temper, n*gga, i always crashout
stick on my body, it make a n*gga lag out
real ass n*gga, ion f*ck wit the clout
real ass n*gga, who don’t even say sh*t
real ass n*gga, my guns do the talking
play with the opps, wack a mole, he can get hit
like popcorn, i got the whole block popping
found my type, god tryna get me to lock in
racks in my pocket, like yeat i be popping
flooring the v, n*gga, watch how i’m dropping
turning to n*ggas was never an option

[verse]
staying to myself getting racks
you know my whole world be black
n*ggas say they with me till end, but stay tryna stab my back
all these hoes be plotting behind me, tryna knock me off my track
i need a fine shyt who can stay by my side and never turn they back
n*ggas be all up in my business instead of getting themselves cash
all these n*ggas tryna get on my bad side, they annoying like some rash
n*ggas i’m tecrxyne, they know i don’t play with that hating sh*t for a fact
they want me to quit but i’m in the lead so why would i even leave the track
they can’t do it like this
i be getting my bag like taz
n*gga, i be hungry as sh*t
thinking one day ima surpass bandlab
n*ggas be on my tip, i don’t even know them but they stay keeping tabs
n*ggas hate and they still ain’t sh*t, nowadays they watch me run up a stash
[hook]
ima stay popping my sh*t
n*ggas stay tryna get in the mix
slithering around me, they think sl!ck
all this heat always have them missing the pitch
when rxyne in the scene it’s a blackout
shorty temper, n*gga, i always crashout
stick on my body, it make a n*gga lag out
real ass n*gga, ion f*ck wit the clout
real ass n*gga, who don’t even say sh*t
real ass n*gga, my guns do the talking
play with the opps, wack a mole, he can get hit
like popcorn, i got the whole block popping
found my type, god tryna get me to lock in
racks in my pocket, like yeat i be popping
flooring the v, n*gga, watch how i’m dropping
turning to n*ggas was never an option

- tecrxyne lyrics

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