Top Songs By Blacc Kristoff
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blacc Kristoff
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shaun Peace
Songwriter
Dakari Cooper
Songwriter
Sean Wegner
Songwriter
Bartlomiej Studnicki
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Polaco
Producer
Shaun Peace
Producer
Lyrics
Let me tell y'all something
I won't ever cry put my eye to onion
You from the south side or north side bitch none yuh
Came from the mud in the crevice of the dungeon
Weaving and ducking; wheezing and huffing
Reason why these keys jangle in public
Django no chain; let it dangle hoe it's bustin'
Gang deep a dozen. Gang, gang deep a dozen (ugh)
I was wit' it when you wasn't
Flip flopped from Ziplocs to Glad bag stuffin'
I don't got a TikTok, no Mille for the wristwatch
I'm generally pissed off. Bitch, it's Blacc Kristoff
Hit 'em with the criss cross; dunk and rip the rim off
Lookin' at the sideline; only seeing tens dawg
7:10 is tip off; seventh inning lids off
Heard you talkin' big shit; severing yo' lips off
And we pluck 'em like a guitar
Pulling all the strings bitch you know what I mean
Split the pie equal keep it even triple beam
Even keeled got the type demeanor of a king (yeah)
Nah, nah, nah, I can't come home right now
You know I'm at the studio
Like we're making—we're making hot fire
Like it —it could be an hour, could be two hours
Like I don't know like we're on a roll
Nah, I can't do it, I can't do it
This shit—this shit is too hot
I don't like to lose; all I do is win
So, I keep a broom and I keep a grin
Hate to break the news, but I guess I'm CNN
As far as I can call it, ain't no end to the trend
It is what it is; you was what you was
Ashes to ash, bitch; Dust to dust
Put a Palm in the air; put a cloud in my lung
My circle lookin' tighter than my finger and my thumb (uh)
Plot twist! It's Blacc Kristoff in lockstep (uh)
Three-headed monster lurkin' outta Loch Mich (uh)
Toxic; look on 'em wit' contempt (uh)
Step on 'em, make 'em wish I had a size tens
Goddamn! I ain't choose the violence; it chose me
I could never vibe wit' the police
I can tell by your vibe that you phony
You funny. You play games. Niggas think you Sony
Niggas always talking like they got the answers
Life's a Game Boy; looking for advancement
Shit is always changing peep the circumstances
Break the mold, stigma, and all the stanzas
Got my hands up when I hit the dances
Got my hands up when 12 get to prancin'
Got my hands up, keep the flurries from landin'
When they panic, I go panoramic
Nintendo Switch my lenses. Mind my own business
Say what, say what!? Yeah, it's all about the Benjamins
Know what competition is? If they didn't mention you
Then you ain't really seen; which means you ain't really in the view
I been meaning to address the shit that's been on my to-do
This moment felt opportune
Blacc Kristoff is serious. Tear you limb-from-limb like Cerberus
Then bury you out back, it's House Wednesday's bitch
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