Death Grips - Blackjack

How I ride, why I ride, never really had ta try
I, I, I eeuuhh
Nevermind that, black jack
Needle to da mainline junk prepared in a head that
Never came up for air
Fallin' apart can't get a grip
Don't give a fuck if I did

Way shit goes
It'll be just fine
Oh, oh, oh
How to rob men blind

(Can't do a thing but fold)
Yeah watch that
Can't do a thing black jack

Comin from that hit me until
Twenty one makes
Your chips mine
Black jack don't trip
You got the bill
Twenty one shots to your grill

Bow down or die every time
I slap them thangs
Flat black chains rattlin'
Shawshank the box
Can't be contained
Man came ta pick the lock
Empty the vault
And leave no trace
Sleep don't wake

Hit em low and keep rollin' to da beat no breaks
Slow it down then accelerate
To hell its cake
Like sellin' weight
No middle man
Made bitch mistakes
Blackjack

High king, ace, to knees the place put down by g's raisin the stakes

You know whats up
Straight
How the fuck is that?
Blackjack

But don't forget to watch this
Tongue push bankroll off my lips
Who the hell are you legit
What the fuck you think man shit
Blackjack
(always keep my)

No need ta count the deck
I own it
Drop that
Lead chin check
To your dome its on black
Respect me zone or get caught back handed leather strap
Hit ya so hard knocked flat broke by a bloke wit dat golden contact glove hold da smoke
Of most high fire bon tap tap
(Can't do a thing but fold)
Yeah watch that

Can't do a thing blackjack

Don't forget to watch this
Tongue push bankroll
Off my lips
Who the hell are you legit
What the fuck you think man shit

You know whats up
Straight
How the fuck is that blackjack

Blackjack don't trip you got the bill, twenty one shots to your grill

Written by:
Andrew Morin, Stefan Corbin Burnett, Zachary Hill

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