Out There (feat. Peemula)
I'm really out there in the field
Ima get a bag fasho
If she ain't about her bag
Ima leave that tramp alone
Oh what's that fonky smell
Thats my cookie cologne
These niggaz will take you out
Aint no money up ya dome sheesh
If I gotta do dirt
Ima leave no witness
I don't do nothing but
Handle my business
I don't trick on em
Ima break these bitchez
Ima get money yea
State to state wit it
And the niggaz I know
Aint the ones to play wit
Closed mouth don't get fed so
You better tap in
If you meet the right plug
It feel like you hit a lick nigga ugh
Trappin all night
Im riding round getting it
Shorty and nem know
Not to leave no witness
Better pay attention
Niggaz better start listening
All these shots wit me
How the fuck we missing
We dope boys
And we in the kitchen
Counting more money
Then my fingers start itching
I'm a trap boy
And this trap boy don't listen
Ugh
Betta be cautious
Cause I keep that Smith
Just copped the Benz
And the top went missing
Just hit the gas and
This bitch start switching
Niggaz aint broke
And my niggaz all winning
Gotta keep it close
Cause it aint no slipping
Nigga they fake so
I keep my distance
Talking my gangsta
There aint no switching
Pour me a eight nigga
Now I'm sipping
Stack a couple m's nigga
Thats the mission
Go hit the club nigga
Now we tipping
Shorty got hit
He in bad condition
Niggaz aint broke
And niggaz they tripping
Stack a couple m's nigga
Thats the mission
Niggaz aint broke
And niggaz they tripping
Stack a couple m's nigga
Thats the mission
I'm really out there in the field
Ima get a bag fasho
If she ain't about her bag
Ima leave that tramp alone
Oh what's that fonky smell
Thats my cookie cologne
These niggaz will take you out
Aint no money up ya dome sheesh
If I gotta do dirt
Ima leave no witness
I don't do nothing but
Handle my business
I don't trick on em
Ima break these bitchez
Ima get money yea
State to state wit it
And the niggaz I know
Aint the ones to play wit
Closed mouth don't get fed so
You better tap in
If you meet the right plug
It feel like you hit a lick nigga ugh
Ima get a bag fasho
If she ain't about her bag
Ima leave that tramp alone
Oh what's that fonky smell
Thats my cookie cologne
These niggaz will take you out
Aint no money up ya dome sheesh
If I gotta do dirt
Ima leave no witness
I don't do nothing but
Handle my business
I don't trick on em
Ima break these bitchez
Ima get money yea
State to state wit it
And the niggaz I know
Aint the ones to play wit
Closed mouth don't get fed so
You better tap in
If you meet the right plug
It feel like you hit a lick nigga ugh
Trappin all night
Im riding round getting it
Shorty and nem know
Not to leave no witness
Better pay attention
Niggaz better start listening
All these shots wit me
How the fuck we missing
We dope boys
And we in the kitchen
Counting more money
Then my fingers start itching
I'm a trap boy
And this trap boy don't listen
Ugh
Betta be cautious
Cause I keep that Smith
Just copped the Benz
And the top went missing
Just hit the gas and
This bitch start switching
Niggaz aint broke
And my niggaz all winning
Gotta keep it close
Cause it aint no slipping
Nigga they fake so
I keep my distance
Talking my gangsta
There aint no switching
Pour me a eight nigga
Now I'm sipping
Stack a couple m's nigga
Thats the mission
Go hit the club nigga
Now we tipping
Shorty got hit
He in bad condition
Niggaz aint broke
And niggaz they tripping
Stack a couple m's nigga
Thats the mission
Niggaz aint broke
And niggaz they tripping
Stack a couple m's nigga
Thats the mission
I'm really out there in the field
Ima get a bag fasho
If she ain't about her bag
Ima leave that tramp alone
Oh what's that fonky smell
Thats my cookie cologne
These niggaz will take you out
Aint no money up ya dome sheesh
If I gotta do dirt
Ima leave no witness
I don't do nothing but
Handle my business
I don't trick on em
Ima break these bitchez
Ima get money yea
State to state wit it
And the niggaz I know
Aint the ones to play wit
Closed mouth don't get fed so
You better tap in
If you meet the right plug
It feel like you hit a lick nigga ugh
Credits
Writer(s): Melvin Wallace Iii
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