Blackjack
Death Grips Lyrics


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How I ride, why I ride, never really had ta try
I, I, I eeuuhh
Nevermind that, black jack
Needle to da mainline junk prepared in a head that
Never came up for air
Fallin' apart can't get a grip
Don't give a fuck if I did
Way shit goes
It'll be just fine
Oh, oh, oh
How to rob men blind

(Can't do a thing but fold)
Yeah watch that
Can't do a thing black jack

Comin from that hit me until
Twenty one makes
Your chips mine
Black jack don't trip
You got the bill
Twenty one shots to your grill

Bow down or die every time
I slap them thangs
Flat black chains rattlin'
Shawshank the box
Can't be contained
Man came ta pick the lock
Empty the vault
And leave no trace
Sleep don't wake

Hit em low and keep rollin' to da beat no breaks
Slow it down then accelerate
To hell its cake
Like sellin' weight
No middle man
Made bitch mistakes
Blackjack

High king, ace, to knees the place put down by g's raisin the stakes

You know whats up
Straight
How the fuck is that?
Blackjack

But don't forget to watch this
Tongue push bankroll off my lips
Who the hell are you legit
What the fuck you think man shit
Blackjack
(always keep my)

No need ta count the deck
I own it
Drop that
Lead chin check
To your dome its on black
Respect me zone or get caught back handed leather strap
Hit ya so hard knocked flat broke by a bloke wit dat golden contact glove hold da smoke
Of most high fire bon tap tap
(Can't do a thing but fold)
Yeah watch that

Can't do a thing blackjack

Don't forget to watch this
Tongue push bankroll
Off my lips
Who the hell are you legit
What the fuck you think man shit

You know whats up
Straight
How the fuck is that blackjack





Blackjack don't trip you got the bill, twenty one shots to your grill

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song "Blackjack" by Death Grips depict a person who is addicted to gambling and drugs, and is falling apart but can't get a grip on their life. The person also has a ruthless and violent side to them, which is evident from the lines "Bow down or die every time I slap them thangs" and "Hit em low and keep rollin' to da beat no breaks". The song speaks about the thrill of gambling and the perils of addiction, and how it can lead to a person losing everything they have.


The chorus of the song, which goes "Can't do a thing but fold yeah, watch that, can't do a thing blackjack" refers to the helplessness that comes with being addicted to something. The person knows that they should stop, but they can't, and they can only watch as they fall deeper and deeper into the abyss of their addiction. The song also touches upon themes of power, control, and violence, as the person is willing to do anything to win at the blackjack table, even resorting to physical violence.


Overall, "Blackjack" is a powerful commentary on addiction and the darker side of human nature. The song is gritty, raw, and unapologetic, and showcases the unique style and sound of Death Grips.


Line by Line Meaning

How I ride, why I ride, never really had ta try
I don't have to try hard, I naturally ride well and know why I do it.


Nevermind that, black jack Needle to da mainline junk prepared in a head that Never came up for air
Ignoring everything else, I inject junk directly into my veins without taking a breath.


Fallin' apart can't get a grip Don't give a fuck if I did
I'm struggling and can't keep it together, but even if I could, I wouldn't care.


Way shit goes It'll be just fine Oh, oh, oh How to rob men blind
Whatever happens is okay, and I know how to deceive people and steal from them.


(Can't do a thing but fold) Yeah watch that Can't do a thing black jack
I'm incapable of doing anything, but just watch me. And in this game of blackjack, I'm helpless.


Comin from that hit me until Twenty one makes Your chips mine Black jack don't trip You got the bill Twenty one shots to your grill
I come from nothing, and I'll hit you until I win all of your chips in this game. But don't worry, blackjack, I'll pay my own way with twenty-one shots to your face.


Bow down or die every time I slap them thangs Flat black chains rattlin' Shawshank the box Can't be contained Man came ta pick the lock Empty the vault And leave no trace Sleep don't wake
Submit to me or suffer the consequences every time I hit you with my weapons. The sound of my chains echoes as I break open the box, and I won't be stopped. I'll empty the vault and disappear without a trace, leaving behind no evidence. Sleep forever.


Hit em low and keep rollin' to da beat no breaks Slow it down then accelerate To hell its cake Like sellin' weight No middle man Made bitch mistakes Blackjack
I strike with precision and keep moving forward without stopping, alternating between speed and slowing down. It's easy to go to hell, just like dealing drugs without anyone in between. I've made mistakes, but I'm still playing this game.


High king, ace, to knees the place put down by g's raisin the stakes
In this high-stakes game, I play with the highest cards and lower you to your knees with my tactics.


You know whats up Straight How the fuck is that? Blackjack
I am straightforward and honest with you, so why the surprise? I'm still playing this game of blackjack, though.


But don't forget to watch this Tongue push bankroll off my lips Who the hell are you legit What the fuck you think man shit Blackjack
Keep an eye on me as I lick my lips after winning the pot. Who are you really, and what do you think you're doing? It's just a game of blackjack.


(always keep my) No need ta count the deck I own it Drop that Lead chin check To your dome its on black Respect me zone or get caught back handed leather strap Hit ya so hard knocked flat broke by a bloke wit dat golden contact glove hold da smoke Of most high fire bon tap tap
I always keep my power and don't need to count the deck because I own it. Drop your cards and face a punch to the face that will knock you out. Respect me or face the consequences, as I hit you with a golden contact glove while exhaling smoke from the hottest fire. Tap, tap.


(Can't do a thing but fold) Yeah watch that Can't do a thing blackjack
I'm helpless and can't do anything but watch. The same goes for blackjack, as it's just a game.


Don't forget to watch this Tongue push bankroll Off my lips Who the hell are you legit What the fuck you think man shit
Keep watching as I push the money off my lips with my tongue. Who are you, really? And what do you think this is?


You know whats up Straight How the fuck is that blackjack Blackjack don't trip you got the bill, twenty one shots to your grill
You know I'm being honest with you here. I'm still playing this game of blackjack, but don't worry, I'll pay you back with twenty-one shots to your face.




Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: Andrew Morin, Stefan Corbin Burnett, Zachary Hill

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