Bring Em Out (Remix)

Yuh yuh yuh
Yuh yuh yuh
No
Yuh yuh yuh

My bro got the heat in the back you know my niggas tote
Ion even speak on the shit that I know
Ride for my guys yeah I stick to the code
Shoutout Rj yeah I fuck wit my bro
Water my wrist yeah I'm stayin' on flood
Shoutout Dhabi that's my bro that's my blood
Fuck wit the gang and we upping this rod
Fuck these hoes they just wanna blow this cake
I'm not trynna have no dates
I'm a G bitch I'm Great yuh yuh
Hunnids and hunnids and fifties
All bad bitches wit me I'm litty
Mom dukes gone be good when I'm finished
Eighteen but I still handle business
Stay sleep, on me
Just wait till I blow and I'm big
Wait till my figures reach 7 like Vick
Niggas be mad but still be a bitch
I tote on the punch you can smoke on that mid
These niggas my sons yea I got 20 kids

I just keep on flowin I can't stop no
Bitches keep on joeing callin my name I can't stop no
I be ridin low in the back of that Tahoe
Don't call me ya bro
That shit wack you a op yo
I get my bag and I move
Bitch nigga got nun to lose
I get bitches they coming in twos
I keep a quilly inside of my shoe
Yeah I know its inside of my shoe
I feel like sully I need me a boo
Shoutout to the gang shout to O-2
All them niggas bang they click wit the woo
Uh
And I can make you bop like baby
She suck on this dick so crazy
I think I might give her a baby
Shoutout to young boy he the greatest
If you ain't on my wave you the latest
That bitch she a thot she the lamest
Why this bitch in my house who you came wit

I just keep on flowin I can't stop no
Bitches keep on joeing callin my name I can't stop no
I be ridin low in the back of that Tahoe
Don't call me ya bro
That shit wack you a op yo



Credits
Writer(s): Ezekiel Brister
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