Out Here
This ain't come as a surprise, bitch
I'm out here with the-, got it
I'm out here with the bill
I'm out here with the bill
I'm out here with the bill
Ayy, out here with the guys, are you niggas tellin' lies?
Why you sayin', gang? You don't even be outside
They already know we the ones that you despise
We put in that work, we don't fuck with nine to fives, this ain't no overnight shit
Ayy, bitches, time to work (work), disrespect my name
Then I put you on a shirt (shirt) like, bitch, you got your nerve
Hey, no, you fuckin' with some down-ass, niggas (bill)
Tired of playin' with them clown-ass?
You a bitch then, nigga say that, don't play with me, get sprayed at
Yo bitch don't like the latex, so she gon' have to taste that
I put her in the sprinter and fuckin' buy the merchandise
Told her keep it on the low, we can do this every night
Argh, but don't save 'em
I can get 'em all across the country, Nick Saban
Real recognize real, why that you evadin'?
Scary niggas wet behind the ears like Jason (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ah, look like a present printin' how I want the place
Esperé, yo necesito el dinero, rapid pace
I'ma do a hundred to that money, think I love this chase?
Gotta get that guala, this shit I gotta square away
Spend two thousand hours in this bitch, it's time to up the pay
Niggas keep on talkin' like we ain't the ones to set the pace
I don't spend a dime and I'm swollen up pokin' in her face
Get the clappin' on them cheeks and soundin' just like patty cake
Motherfuckers fish up 'cause we out here and they claim we fake
You can still come and be a fan lil' bitch, it ain't too late
'Bout to put these niggas right in place and set the record straight
Nigga miss my line with all that shit I ain't the one that day
Out here with the guys, are you niggas tellin' lies?
Why you sayin', gang? You don't even be outside
They already know we the ones that you despise
We put in that work, we don't fuck with nine to fives, this ain't no overnight shit
Double-park the Benz, I don't give a fuck
We up in the hills, I'm additional
You know, all my bitches be teasin' up
Turnt up in your shit, piggy gon' live it up
I'm out here with the-, got it
I'm out here with the bill
I'm out here with the bill
I'm out here with the bill
Ayy, out here with the guys, are you niggas tellin' lies?
Why you sayin', gang? You don't even be outside
They already know we the ones that you despise
We put in that work, we don't fuck with nine to fives, this ain't no overnight shit
Ayy, bitches, time to work (work), disrespect my name
Then I put you on a shirt (shirt) like, bitch, you got your nerve
Hey, no, you fuckin' with some down-ass, niggas (bill)
Tired of playin' with them clown-ass?
You a bitch then, nigga say that, don't play with me, get sprayed at
Yo bitch don't like the latex, so she gon' have to taste that
I put her in the sprinter and fuckin' buy the merchandise
Told her keep it on the low, we can do this every night
Argh, but don't save 'em
I can get 'em all across the country, Nick Saban
Real recognize real, why that you evadin'?
Scary niggas wet behind the ears like Jason (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ah, look like a present printin' how I want the place
Esperé, yo necesito el dinero, rapid pace
I'ma do a hundred to that money, think I love this chase?
Gotta get that guala, this shit I gotta square away
Spend two thousand hours in this bitch, it's time to up the pay
Niggas keep on talkin' like we ain't the ones to set the pace
I don't spend a dime and I'm swollen up pokin' in her face
Get the clappin' on them cheeks and soundin' just like patty cake
Motherfuckers fish up 'cause we out here and they claim we fake
You can still come and be a fan lil' bitch, it ain't too late
'Bout to put these niggas right in place and set the record straight
Nigga miss my line with all that shit I ain't the one that day
Out here with the guys, are you niggas tellin' lies?
Why you sayin', gang? You don't even be outside
They already know we the ones that you despise
We put in that work, we don't fuck with nine to fives, this ain't no overnight shit
Double-park the Benz, I don't give a fuck
We up in the hills, I'm additional
You know, all my bitches be teasin' up
Turnt up in your shit, piggy gon' live it up
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Writer(s): Dawoyne Entre Lawson, Marquis Rashad Driver, Chauncy Traymont Craighead
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