bring it out

i got a thing in the car

i'm boutta bring it out

fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga

we gotta bang it out

i keep my bitch in the house

i'm boutta bring her out

i got whips on whips this year

i'm bout to bring 'em out

i'm boutta bang it out

i'm boutta bang it out

i'm boutta bang it out

i'm boutta bring it out

i put the mat on the rarri

i'm boutta bring it out

we don't talk back to no cops

we just air 'em out

if you ain't spraying for the gang then we puttin' you out

i got my jammers inside my shirt

don't make me bring one out

i got that thing

exotic car

don't make me bring it out

i put 'em burkins in the closet

told her bring one out

hah

whip that soda

ice like polar

double on motor on the motorola

got your main thing

took her to boa

took her to the crib

made her do yoga

i got bitches i know that you ain't seen yet

got the 4488 you ain't see yet

these rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain

i'm back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game

i'm killin' niggas gyg

i put 'em in the hearse

my bitch killin' you hoes

you know she had it first

i got 'em guns i do the most

yeah i love to roast

i could've got the wraith

but it can't fit my hoes

i came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key

i hit the club and valet tell me i can keep my key

i'll shoot it out with all these niggas i don't give a fuck

i got a hundred niggas with me

i don't give a fuck

i got a thing in the car

i'm boutta bring it out

fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga

we gotta bang it out

i keep my bitch in the house

i'm boutta bring her out

i got whips on whips this year

i'm bout to bring 'em out

i'm boutta bang it out

i'm boutta bang it out

i'm boutta bang it out

i'm boutta bring it out

i put the mat on the rarri

i'm boutta bring it out

we don't talk back to no cops

we just air 'em out

big face rollie

still rock

air 15

leave a nigga hold up

got a lotta cash

still move fast

dope in the pot

spoon in the trash

i'm addicted to the pace

i'm a trap nigga

why you talk behind my back you should act nigga

make the money come back like a lap nigga

treat you like you did good cause i clap niggas

i got shooters on deck and its real fun

put your fingers in the air

get a real gun

heard you got a bitch nigga

get a real one

couple days in a month i hit a million

i done had too much to drink i done fell on her

had a threesome with my bitch

put chanel on her

i'm still married to the game

got my ring

yeah

long clip beat hit his bitch

we can bang out

i got a thing in the car

i'm boutta bring it out

fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga

we gotta bang it out

i keep my bitch in the house

i'm boutta bring her out

i got whips on whips this year

i'm bout to bring 'em out

i'm boutta bang it out

i'm boutta bang it out

i'm boutta bang it out

i'm boutta bring it out

i put the mat on the rarri

i'm boutta bring it out

we don't talk back to no cops

we just air 'em out

if you ain't spraying for the gang then we puttin' you out

i got my jammers inside my shirt

don't make me bring one out

i got that thing

exotic car

don't make me bring it out

i put 'em burkins in the closet

told her bring one out

hah