Artist: Lil Mouse Album: Mouse Trap 2 (Drill Edition) Mixtape Song: Black Out Typed by: AZ Lyrics Every time I come around, it's a black out I be flexing, I be pulling racks out And I'm staying around with the Mac's out I'm on my drill shit, it's a black out Every time I come around, it's a black out I be flexing, I be pulling racks out And I'm staying around with the Mac's out I'm on my drill shit, it's a black out Every time I come around, it's a black out Do a hit, my shooters don't have, but them niggas back out Call my shooters thunder, when they pull a Mac out Cause my boy don't stop shooting, til yo body flat down Run up in the spot, make the shooters lay down All these niggas [?] when they hear the K sound Flied in his block, and he hopping [?] now Leaving scene, saying they saw his man's face down I only want the top, tell her put her face down I'm always gon' be first, feel like it's a race now Dad be jocking, cause my pockets fat and I keep that K round It's a black out If he try to run, and I'm a blow his back out Go ahead 42, call it [?] And ya know I'm hella bands, so ya know I brought the racks out Every time I come around, it's a black out I be flexing, I be pulling racks out And I'm staying around with the Mac's out I'm on my drill shit, it's a black out Every time I come around, it's a black out I be flexing, I be pulling racks out And I'm staying around with the Mac's out I'm on my drill shit, it's a black out All that woofing shit, pull up on you broad day Keep that burner with me, in brod day Couple hitters with me, and they shooting broad day It's a black out when I come around, the guns aye Hit them all when I ryde by, [?] All these drums in my squad, like a rock band All these guns in my crib, nigga we not playing Choppas can't fit on my waist, but I bet the Glock can Dissing on a squad, have Millie come wack him [?] Looking for a opp, catch him then we clap him If you riding then we catch up with the traffic All my niggas trained to blow, they ain't missing Talking reckless I'm a have you missing In the kitchen, serving junkies like a waitress Every time I come around, it's a black out I be flexing, I be pulling racks out And I'm staying around with the Mac's out I'm on my drill shit, it's a black out Every time I come around, it's a black out I be flexing, I be pulling racks out And I'm staying around with the Mac's out I'm on my drill shit, it's a black out