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akz (ofb) - blacked out lyrics

[intro]
fully
fully, dem man can’t come to anywhere
ai ai
o way, gang way, free the lifers
ai
in a blacked out dings and i’m all blacked out
ready to glide ’round town and scout
any opper i see on the mains i’m backing my smoke and airing it out
you give me chat, i’m airing you out
baddie wan’ fl!ck, i’m airing her out
still gon’ send out corn out qway, so don’t get caught shopping out down south

[chorus]
in a blacked out dings and i’m all blacked out
ready to glide ’round town and scout
any opper i see on the mains, i’m backing my smoke and airing it out
you give me chat, i’m airing you out
baddie wan’ fl!ck, i’m airing her out
still gon’ send out corn out qway, so don’t get caught shopping out down south
in a blacked out dings and i’m all blacked out
ready to glide ’round town and scout
any opper i see on the mains, i’m backing my smoke and airing it out
you give me chat, i’m airing you out
baddie wan’ fl!ck, i’m airing hеr out
still gon’ send out corn out qway, so don’t get caught shopping out down south
[verse 1]
blacked out dings with broski cruising, rooting, tryna do a broad day ‘ooting
free slim jim, in lovе with the ‘ooting
boujee ting, big back from tooting
just spot feds, i keep it moving
ride out town, don’t talk, straight mooked him
run man down tryna leave man clueless, run man down tryna do it for the views quick
tryna run man down, tryna gun man down, ay broski+o, don’t run
we got corn that we beat for fun, baddie on the nizz and she beats for fun
produce says i write like my name’s m1
f+ck tryna lean my on gun like russ
’round here we lean on our guns and bust
squeeze off a ting on the mains then cut
gliding time, better pick up your boots
but don’t move like p+ss in the boots
switching my flow up like i switch my shoe
with the ting on seats, put the car in cruise
rambo tears in and out of your moose
potter too tapped, think he’s losing his screws
it’s vacant here, can we go to the twos
rambo tucked on my hip with the goose

[chorus]
in a blacked out dings and i’m all blacked out
ready to glide ’round town and scout
any opper i see on the mains, i’m backing my smoke and airing it out
you give me chat, i’m airing you out
baddie wan’ fl!ck, i’m airing her out
still gon’ send out corn out qway, so don’t get caught shopping out down south
in a blacked out dings and i’m all blacked out
ready to glide ’round town and scout
any opper i see on the mains, i’m backing my smoke and airing it out
you give me chat, i’m airing you out
baddie wan’ fl!ck, i’m airing her out
still gon’ send out corn out qway, so don’t get caught shopping out down south
[verse 2]
got corn for you, got corn for your friend, it don’t make sense how your both not dead
slap this one, aim straight for your head, like broski step with the doors and sheff
s got 21 years to the chest, it hurts my head, man it don’t make sense
we still gon’ glide, put a man on the bench
don’t come ’round me if you’re sitting on the fence
informant or not, you can still get cranked
gang circle your block with beamers and benz
we glide ’round town tryna locate gems
you’re sitting on your ass, posted in the ends
these snapchat boys only slide for the net
these snapchat boys don’t slide for their friends
these snapchat boys ain’t never gonna end
[?] this car some [?]
my broski’s bugged, too tapped with his head
i said it already, i’ll say it again
in a blacked out dings tryna circle for them
run ’em down, i’ll do it again

- akz ofb lyrics

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