Out West

But we made lots of money out west dawg
I could give a fuck bout how you dress
From the N.C. slight flex ya
Bring some bull shit and get pressed
Talk the hot shit get mic checked

Recently i'm rolling
A big hot stepper when you see me I'm strolling
I ain't picking up, she catfishin' and she trollin'
And when I roll around I knock em down but ain't bowlin'

Foreal

I can't stand these hoes, man what's deal
Instagram famous on pills
Posted in the hills, but she from the sticks tho
Nah man forget it, it don't matter cause she thick tho!

Bitch are you retarded?
My bitch got cake and I'm saying that regardless
And she got a brain, could give a fuck she work at target
And she go insane if you fucking with her pocket
Dats right dats right, my bitch keep a rocket

And i'm the road
And I got the quick mix if I hit a hole
And you ain't getting shit bitch, I don't feed my foes
And nah I never slip, I stand on ten toes

I'm outie
And i'm independent by the minute smoking wowey
Seen it when you sent it so I went and sent the bounty
And I don't mean to be frank but you straight george clowny
Damn i mean clooney, with the gang like goonies

Bitch i'm Gone

And I ain't coming home
Ima eat on this beat til my teeth hit bone
Out east I'm in the street but out west i'm going strong

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It's pretty simple when you see me
I'm up
I'm toting pistols but ya boy got beat up caking on ya station baby got my feet up
No ventilation steady cranking baby getcha heat up

Uh they don't think I'm bout it
And we gone air it out of it start to get crowded
Rolling out the squares till it's all well rounded

I promise this shit real, it's realer than its soundin'
I promise it get real, this stick gone start to poundin'
And we gone stack em tall til they fall, build a mountain

And we gone catch em all but i ain't ash i'm just clownin'
But bitch i'm Peekin chu cuz I feel that ass bouncin'



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Writer(s): Conner Bobay
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