Out Bad!

"Bro's on ya block with that Glock, right now (Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Try me like a Opp, guaranteed, get shot down" (Aye, aye)

All on my dick, bitch I need me a mag
She like to gag, someone toss me a rag
If shawty with you, just know you went you went out bad
She call me daddy but I'm not her dad
Niggas still mad wit no bag, shit is sad
Niggas so foul, I be throwing the flag
We Drown in designer still rocking the tag
Stop all that clowning y'all making laugh

I came long a way, you know I got jet lag
Dogging these hoes, had to zig then I zagged
I drop the top, shift the gear, hit the dash, bitch I'm moving too fast
I'll be damned if I'm last, we ain't smoking no gas
No cancer
Shawty a real good dancer
She testing my gangsta, I ain't give her an answer
She still gave me head in her sketchers, aye!

Ya daughter real smart she a scholar,
The way she give brain make a nigga smarter
Took the d, still graduated Harvard
Bitch you sit on the bench, I'ma starter

These niggas still riding my Johnson
The way that I beat it, she think I do boxing (Boop, boop, boop, boop)
If you ain't about nigga stop it
Next nigga that's popping off talking, I'm rocking, I'm washing'
I'm dropping while his shawty watching

All on my dick, bitch I need me a mag
She like to gag, someone toss me a rag
If shawty with you, just know you went you went out bad
She call me daddy but I'm not her dad
Niggas still mad wit no bag, shit is sad
Niggas so foul, I be throwing the flag
We Drown in designer still rocking the tag
Stop all that clowning y'all making laugh (Aye)

Shh shh shh shh shh, don't make a sound
Shh shh shh shh shh, don't make a sound

These niggas still riding my Johnson
The way that I beat it, she think I do boxing (Boop, boop, boop, boop)
If you ain't about nigga stop it
Next nigga that's popping off talking, I'm rocking
I'm washing', I'm dropping while his shawty watching (Aye)



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Writer(s): Brandon Glover
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