Out the Flat

Bitch I'm running with the check no swoosh
Five Six hoes and they lapped up in the coupe
And they throwing bows with my niggas what it do
Oh my lord how a nigga gonna chose
And my hoes mad but I made em make a truce
Bitch I'm mixing sauce with the motherfuckin juice
Riding thru the night like I'm motherfuckin Bruce Wayne
And my nigga brought the hennessy and the dusse
Finna make a movie with your hoe no blu-ray
You don't wanna see none of my niggas on our crusade
I ain't even seen no sleep in like three days
God bring it back Bring it back with that replay aye

Bring it back
Bring it back
Out the flat
All my niggas out the flat yea
Bring it back
Bring it back
Out the flat
All my niggas out the flat yea

Out the flat let you motherfuckers know that
Watch me bop like that crazy nigga Kodak
Yea I'm off it pass the motherfucking cognac
They wanna swap cuz a young nigga hold that
Got the torch now I'm running like Usain
Jump the porch now thinking bout the woodgrain
I don't wanna talk when you see my fucking name ring
Bitch kick rocks showing love when I'm the main thing
Money clothes hoes
They jumping all on that fame train
I just want the money and my niggas on the same thang
I just find it funny
But fuck it thats how the game goes
Me and my buddies
We reaping it for the bankrolls

And my hoes mad but I made em make a truce
Bitch I'm mixing sauce with the motherfuckin juice
Riding thru the night like I'm motherfuckin Bruce Wayne
And my nigga brought the hennessy and the dusse
Finna make a movie with your hoe no blu-ray
You don't wanna see none of my niggas on our crusade
I ain't even seen no sleep in like three days
God bring it back Bring it back with that replay aye

Bring it back
Bring it back
Out the flat
All my niggas out the flat yea
Bring it back
Bring it back
Out the flat
All my niggas out the flat yea

Soundtracked by that west coast bounce folk
Sidetracked by the hoes and the trap folk
Chiraq chief keef what was poppin folk
Started writing 16s by my locker folk
Recorded demos on my memos folk
Really ghetto now she dancing in stilettos folk
Donatello way I'm scripting these measures folk
Go and ask her bet she tell you I'm the fucking goat
Imma bring the smoke
Man I'm going rouge
She send me nudes like she posing up for Vogue mag
And they big mad
Oh they real sad
But I don't give a fuck
Cuz I'm from the flat

Bitch I'm running with the check no swoosh
Five Six hoes and they lapped up in the coupe
And they throwing bows with my niggas what it do
Oh my lord how a nigga gonna chose
And my hoes mad but I made em make a truce
Bitch I'm mixing sauce with the motherfuckin juice
Riding thru the night like I'm motherfuckin Bruce Wayne
And my nigga brought the hennessy and the dusse
Finna make a movie with your hoe no blu-ray
You don't wanna see none of my niggas on our crusade
I ain't even seen no sleep in like three days
God bring it back Bring it back with that replay aye

Bring it back
Bring it back
Out the flat
All my niggas out the flat yea
Bring it back
Bring it back
Out the flat
All my niggas out the flat yea



Credits
Writer(s): Armando Rodriguez
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