Zaeyurr (Im Out!)
Uh, yuh yuh yuh
Uh uh uh
Yuh yuh okay uh
Okay okay okay uh
Okay okay okay uh
Okay okay okay uh
Okay okay okay uh
Yuh, im out
I might put dick in her mouth aye
Then i go fuck on yo spouse aye
Yeah bitch im running yo house aye
Im running yo crib im shooting shit up
Im a big dog and boy you a pup
Try DBK and on god you get stuck
We rollin Backwoods fucking dust nigga
Walk up on me imma clutch nigga
Glocky on me better hush nigga
Turn your brodie into dust nigga
Roll it up and put it in a blunt nigga
If i pull up in one of yo blocks
You gon turn into a bird the way i make you duck nigga
All black masked up nigga
3 2 1 the time up nigga
Yeah bro im rotating your bitches too
And they jamming my stick gon shoot
Bitch im gone i see 6 x 2 (twelve)
Up in school i can't sit this thru
Tell that little bit lick my shoe
Its too fast so i flipped this booth
Its okay till the stick gets you
Its okay till the stick gets you
Its okay till we fucking yo bitch now
Used to do pack so im packing a blick now
Hollows out
Bitch im runnin a grim job
Bands on his head
Like he missy from big mouth
If i run through your spot better get down
Chopper car 2 hit his bitch with a click cloud
Adin ross he not tough now he twitch now
Glocky and need a clip sound like a tick now okay
Huh im out
And im catching that pussy boy lacking
Sticks out for arambe
You niggas ImDontai
You post on the net for reactions (Im out!)
Drop a singing like ten
And the scope micro miller
Fet streets and im bringing that mac in
Holiday bitch we leaving them wrapped in
Weak and lost are we really attacking?
Uh uh
Im out
And im keeping this jug like a militank
And i stay getting guap
Fuck a dividend
They came with 18 got me feeling like Krillin
Load up the choppa we taking yo ligaments
You niggas renting my racks like a citizen
Hop in the foreign this bitch is dominican
Thank you for what bitch im really the realest here okay
Yuh, im out
I might put dick in her mouth aye
Then i go fuck on yo spouse aye
Yeah bitch im running yo house aye
Im running yo crib im shooting shit up
Im a big dog and boy you a pup
Uh uh uh
Yuh yuh okay uh
Okay okay okay uh
Okay okay okay uh
Okay okay okay uh
Okay okay okay uh
Yuh, im out
I might put dick in her mouth aye
Then i go fuck on yo spouse aye
Yeah bitch im running yo house aye
Im running yo crib im shooting shit up
Im a big dog and boy you a pup
Try DBK and on god you get stuck
We rollin Backwoods fucking dust nigga
Walk up on me imma clutch nigga
Glocky on me better hush nigga
Turn your brodie into dust nigga
Roll it up and put it in a blunt nigga
If i pull up in one of yo blocks
You gon turn into a bird the way i make you duck nigga
All black masked up nigga
3 2 1 the time up nigga
Yeah bro im rotating your bitches too
And they jamming my stick gon shoot
Bitch im gone i see 6 x 2 (twelve)
Up in school i can't sit this thru
Tell that little bit lick my shoe
Its too fast so i flipped this booth
Its okay till the stick gets you
Its okay till the stick gets you
Its okay till we fucking yo bitch now
Used to do pack so im packing a blick now
Hollows out
Bitch im runnin a grim job
Bands on his head
Like he missy from big mouth
If i run through your spot better get down
Chopper car 2 hit his bitch with a click cloud
Adin ross he not tough now he twitch now
Glocky and need a clip sound like a tick now okay
Huh im out
And im catching that pussy boy lacking
Sticks out for arambe
You niggas ImDontai
You post on the net for reactions (Im out!)
Drop a singing like ten
And the scope micro miller
Fet streets and im bringing that mac in
Holiday bitch we leaving them wrapped in
Weak and lost are we really attacking?
Uh uh
Im out
And im keeping this jug like a militank
And i stay getting guap
Fuck a dividend
They came with 18 got me feeling like Krillin
Load up the choppa we taking yo ligaments
You niggas renting my racks like a citizen
Hop in the foreign this bitch is dominican
Thank you for what bitch im really the realest here okay
Yuh, im out
I might put dick in her mouth aye
Then i go fuck on yo spouse aye
Yeah bitch im running yo house aye
Im running yo crib im shooting shit up
Im a big dog and boy you a pup
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Writer(s): Cameron Mceachern, Dezmond Ross
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