Room

Outta the mud, outta the bricks, I'm in a coupe
I'm in the V, niggas is T'd, fuck up the booth
Give me some room, give me some room
Give me some room, give me some room
Outta the mud, outta the bricks, I'm in a coupe
I'm in the V, niggas is T'd, fuck up the booth
Give me some room, give me some room
Give me some room, give me some room

Outta the dirt, got in a bag
Your ting is a flirt
She pullin' her skirt and calling me daddy
I'm in the east, uptown with a baddie
Give her the keys, she driving the boat
I give her the addy
I'm on the side, we in the jet, pull out and poof
I'm on a vibe, pull up to Island, order the booth
Feed her the Goose, she loving the drip
She get in the mood, we ready to dip
I made it

Outta the mud, outta the bricks, I'm in a coupe
I'm in the V, niggas is T'd, fuck up the booth
Give me some room, give me some room
Give me some room, give me some room
Outta the mud, outta the bricks, I'm in a coupe
I'm in the V, niggas is T'd, fuck up the booth
Give me some room, give me some room
Give me some room, give me some room

Give me some room and then press play
Saying they wanted that old Bay
My life is a movie in 4k
This is my party, I pull up late
Always on move and I can't stay
I got a lot on my plate
I ain't never slept in days
Gotta make sure the fam's OK
We gonna do this forever and ever
Hesitation, baby that is a never
I pass it off to one of my brothers
'Cause I know he can shoot a lil' better
Baker boy, I went and got all my bread up
Foot on the gas and I told you won't let up
They wouldn't let us get all our lettuce
Red bottoms like I stepped up in ketchup

Outta the mud, outta the bricks, I'm in a coupe
I'm in the V, niggas is T'd, fuck up the booth
Give me some room, give me some room
Give me some room, give me some room
Outta the mud, outta the bricks, I'm in a coupe
I'm in the V, niggas is T'd, fuck up the booth
Give me some room, give me some room
Give me some room, give me some room



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Writer(s): D. Campbell, J. Kennedy
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