Outta Town
Yea met her outta town paid a visit to the Bay
Couple shots of Henny she gone tell you what she think
Noticed you a freak i can tell by what you drank
I can tell you like the money let me take ya to the bank
Smokin on that pressure i be smokin on that stank
Im gone keep my racks up i dont want your bitch to faint
Car washed up new shine with the paint
Boy yo ass stay hatin cause i'm everything you aint
Told her bend it over let me see you do your thang
Say she like rappers so i fucked her with my chain
She a real winner finna fuck me and the gang
She dont want me for the money or the motherfucking fame
Since i popped off everybody know my name
Yea this drip so hard picture bussin out the frame
Used to have to rob just to get a little change
Yea im hard in the paint like my name Lebron James
Yea remember i was broke on the block with a stick
Now i got these bad bitches putting slop on my dick
Better watch your mouth you get rocked in this bitch
Yea i got the rap game on lock in this bitch
Told him pull up on me go ahead boy slide
He say that he gone kill me but he hasn't even tried
Posted in the back smokin gas got me fried
If you get to close then you prolly finna die
Hoppin out the benz know yo boy to fly
They say that they gone ride aint nobody finna ride
Bring in hella bread ima split it with the guys
If he wanna run up on me shoot em right between the eyes
I'm sick of all these games and i'm sick of all these lies
I gave you all my trust and you went and hurt my pride
Lost all my feelings when my brother up and died
I dont care about no ho if my brother by my side
Bad lil bitch finna hit her from the back
Dont be hatin on me you aint even tryna jack
She gone give me head why im smokin on this black
Yea she gone give me head to post a picture with my stacks
I dont spread lies spittin nothing but them facts
Gotta charge a QP just to get me on a track
Gotta drop a song just to get another rack
You was snitchin on your boys mane you just another rat
Yea met her outta town paid a visit to the Bay
Couple shots of Henny she gone tell you what she think
Noticed you a freak i can tell by what you drank
I can tell you like the money let me take ya to the bank
Smokin on that pressure i be smokin on that stank
Im gone keep my racks up i dont want your bitch to faint
Car washed up new shine with the paint
Boy yo ass stay hatin cause i'm everything you aint
Couple shots of Henny she gone tell you what she think
Noticed you a freak i can tell by what you drank
I can tell you like the money let me take ya to the bank
Smokin on that pressure i be smokin on that stank
Im gone keep my racks up i dont want your bitch to faint
Car washed up new shine with the paint
Boy yo ass stay hatin cause i'm everything you aint
Told her bend it over let me see you do your thang
Say she like rappers so i fucked her with my chain
She a real winner finna fuck me and the gang
She dont want me for the money or the motherfucking fame
Since i popped off everybody know my name
Yea this drip so hard picture bussin out the frame
Used to have to rob just to get a little change
Yea im hard in the paint like my name Lebron James
Yea remember i was broke on the block with a stick
Now i got these bad bitches putting slop on my dick
Better watch your mouth you get rocked in this bitch
Yea i got the rap game on lock in this bitch
Told him pull up on me go ahead boy slide
He say that he gone kill me but he hasn't even tried
Posted in the back smokin gas got me fried
If you get to close then you prolly finna die
Hoppin out the benz know yo boy to fly
They say that they gone ride aint nobody finna ride
Bring in hella bread ima split it with the guys
If he wanna run up on me shoot em right between the eyes
I'm sick of all these games and i'm sick of all these lies
I gave you all my trust and you went and hurt my pride
Lost all my feelings when my brother up and died
I dont care about no ho if my brother by my side
Bad lil bitch finna hit her from the back
Dont be hatin on me you aint even tryna jack
She gone give me head why im smokin on this black
Yea she gone give me head to post a picture with my stacks
I dont spread lies spittin nothing but them facts
Gotta charge a QP just to get me on a track
Gotta drop a song just to get another rack
You was snitchin on your boys mane you just another rat
Yea met her outta town paid a visit to the Bay
Couple shots of Henny she gone tell you what she think
Noticed you a freak i can tell by what you drank
I can tell you like the money let me take ya to the bank
Smokin on that pressure i be smokin on that stank
Im gone keep my racks up i dont want your bitch to faint
Car washed up new shine with the paint
Boy yo ass stay hatin cause i'm everything you aint
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Writer(s): Martin Bufkin
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