Out the Paint

Yeah
Yeah
He not gettin no money it don't even matter for real
No bap
I've been down to get the money, but I think I want some more
I've been stacking up, I ain't sleeping on the floor
Had to hang up, cause she stay doing the most
Spent yo momma rent, on designer this lil coat

She told him it's my fault, but she the one that chose
City on my back, I've been feeling like D Rose
Do she got a friend? Cause I can't leave out my bro
He the one that telling, already knew he was finna choke
When I ran my first ten, I had to have a toast
I been saving up, I won't sink boy I will float
Don't worry bout the next, they be coming and they go
Feds everywhere, I'm too solid I won't fold

Can't put em in the game, He going airball the shot
6th best man, like Ginobli in the spot
Like Babyface Ray, he a hater not an opp
Control the game, we going put it on the clock

Lil bro not from the block
We finna be set in the hills
We wet that boy wit the mop
You gotta F, boy you failed
We ship them packs in the mail
Got dog food, and it still smell
They gotta cut my brain out cause I'll never sell
Free all my twins that got locked up with no bail
If they knew what I knew, I'd be straight in jail
He steady rapping, he be telling tattle tales
Pete Maravich with the glock got me pale
She want my guap, wanna spend it on her nails
Always wondered why, that I got banned on grailed?
Boy you ain't a snake, you move slower than a snail
Don't come to the paint, you going die you too frail