Outta There

I get that money, I'm out of there
I'll shoot at that boy then I'm out of there
That hundred round drum is the reason they fear
If you ain't tryna fuck, then you got to get out of here
We don't fuck with new guys, so you can't come around here
How you call up your brother, but don't shoot behind him
Had to spin the opp block just to make myself clear
He was dissing on us, and they still haven't found him

I always hope for the best, but prepare for the worst
They switched up on me, and that shit kind of hurt
You can't go no where if you don't put in work
After I shoot, I fade away just like Dirk
I put that dick in her mouth, and watch her go berserk
I'm feeling just like G Herb when I swerve
If you run up on us you get put in the dirt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Run up on us you get put in a hearse
I got a Glock with a stick in my purse
My shawty she tripping cause she off a perc
I was fucked up when I seen my dawg on a shirt
Yeah, you know that money come first
Yeah, you know that cash come first
The opps looking for me so be on alert

I get that money, I'm out of there
I'll shoot at that boy then I'm out of there
That hundred round drum is the reason they fear
If you ain't tryna fuck, then you got to get out of here
We don't fuck with new guys, so you can't come around here
How you call up your brother, but don't shoot behind him
Had to spin the opp block just to make myself clear
He was dissing on us, and they still haven't found him

I got the grip on the stick, shooting steady
Before you run up on us, know that we ready
Please, don't make me end up like Melly
Please, this chopper sing just like Nelly
It's hot, I'm getting rich off this shit and you not
I'm in the kitchen abusing the pot
I hold up my guap because I got a lot
You can catch me in stangs or a Mercedes
Call up Steve Wilkos, I'm beating a baby
All of these bitches want to be my lady
I gave her this dick, tell her to face it
Wide body stang, it got me racing
Run up on your block and I swear we gon ape it
My diamonds caucasian, they think that I'm racist
He got popped in the head, I don't think he gon make it

I get that money, I'm out of there
I'll shoot at that boy then I'm out of there
That hundred round drum is the reason they fear
If you ain't tryna fuck, then you got to get out of here
We don't fuck with new guys, so you can't come around here
How you call up your brother, but don't shoot behind him
Had to spin the opp block just to make myself clear
He was dissing on us, and they still haven't found him



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Writer(s): Seth Thompson
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