Black Mist lyrics

[Chrous/Intro]
Damn, I'm scared, is anyone out there? (x12)

[Verse 1: EthelWulf]
So we do it what we do, how we been doin' it
But little did I think these sucker n*ggas would copy sh*t
But I should have knew it, cuz that's just how it is
You get a little buz and everyone wanna take a hit
Well n*gga I'm sick of it, so f*ck all the bullsh*t
It's BR- to the K and that's the clique and I beat a b*tch
I'm saying I'm with the sh*t, and n*gga you better know it
When I'm mad as f*ck I don't give a f*ck and I'm gonna show it
Beat the n*gga ass cuz he claim he got all flows and at his shows, hoes got his name on they f*cking toes, hell no
What the f*ck you mean you ignorant hoe?
I'm smoking this myself go buy your own if you want some more
Never know, dumb n*gga hoe or a simp b*tch
I'm getting to the money, got no care who I'm killin' b*tch
And b*tch you need a problem? Come on up and I'll serve you quick
Your b*tch can suck my di*k while I'm f*cking your sister, trick
See n*ggas think I'm playin' just because I be tweeting chicks
But I'll get off computers, find his ass and show him clips
And n*gga that's the real, how the f*ck can I stress it more?
We sittin' in the hood with a bowl of noodles
New flow and some rock, that there is for the hoes
But when I'm with my trues, Henny brown is how we roll
Never know, fake sh*t dwellin' in a circle mane
Just a pain, the black is from tears like heavy trains
Everything ain't real n*gga, that's bullsh*t
n*ggas be lyin' for a dime all the damn time
So n*gga I'm trynna get mine, AK99 if I gotta get it prime
My n*gga I ain't lyin' I be movin' all the time
Ducking through primes n*gga f*ck a jail time
And I'm smoking my weed till I loose my damn mind
I'm smoking my weed till I loose my damn mind
[Chrous]
Damn, I'm scared, is anyone out there? (x12)

[Verse 2: Chris Travis]
Now listen deep and closely as my voice hypnotizes
It's Chris f*cking Travis here to take over you mind
My voice is in your head as your sittin' there gettin' high
Saying Chris Travis in between my b*tch thighs
But I ain't gon lie, my n*gga I am bout that cash
If that b*tch do not got it then that's a f*cking ass
We re-up on Newports then smoke 'em by the pack
Man I been smoking weed like it's the only thing I have
And yeah I'm peeling n*ggas off like a f*cking scab
And his b*tch want the di*k every time she pop a tab
But I'm ok with that, I just sit back and laugh
I don't want to have to drag her n*gga down that path
So that pus*y n*gga better watch the way he act
Or young choppas gon' make his ass chill like he on Xans
It's Chris f*cking Travis coming for the money grands
And drop it off your ass and lay it right onto my hands

[Outro/Chorus]
Damn, I'm scared, is anyone out there? (x12)