Black Out (Ca$h Out) Juice WRLD & G Herbo

[Intro: Juice WRLD & G Herbo]
Start over folk (What?)
I was finna just get up out of here on folks (But- right)
Hold on, I had to tweak, we had to tweak
We got black on this motherfucker
Alright, okay, okay, here we go
Blackin' out
You go first
Alright
Huh
Ayy, KBeaZy, you fye'd up
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & G Herbo]
Umm, ride around with that Nina, like, cash out (Yeah)
And on my wrist is a glasshouse (Yeah)
Smoking Posto 'til I pass out (Yeah)
Told Swerve that we gotta blackout (Yeah)
So, bitch, I'ma black out (Yeah)
Ayy, Herb, should I get that new Ferrari or not?
Yeah, go ahead, crash-out (Skrrt)
They mad, we all the way turnt up (Why?)
Like fuck is you Roscoe Dash now? (Yeah)
And the label is mad we taking the money from them
Fuck is you Dame Dash now? (Prolly)
I don't even got my license, but fuck it, I'm doing the dash now (Yeah)
I'm busy recording, but my shorty horny, I walk in the room and her ass out (Come here)