Blackout More Zotiyac

[Chorus]
Blackout more
Fuck all that talk about Mount Rushmore
Way I get on they head, nigga, Yac all four
Pull on yo' block in a blacked out foreign with a big .45
Nigga, that's Al Gore
Eyes go white, then I blackout more
Then I blackout more, then I blackout more
Back on this black bitch inside of my pocket, I ain't finna run, I'ma pass out more
Let a nigga get back up off the floor like he back from the dead, I'ma spaz out more
He just be rappin', ain't pack up no work
Nigga, fuck out the trap like a crackhouse whore
Smokin' on gas and ain't poppin' no percs, but if I put on yo' tape, I might pass out bored

[Post-Chorus]
Nigga was talkin', that had me and foenem find where he was at, blеw the cap out more
Walkin' too slick, no I nevеr can't slip
Nigga, so many hits, call me Black Balboa
I ain't got fans no more, I got stans, 'cause you know I'm the one they'll crash out for
Open a can of whoop ass on a nigga like 3:16, nigga, Yac is War

[Interlude: Zotiyac and 'Stone Cold' Steve Austin]
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