WHITE OUT
I just wanna run away
Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid
I can't believe the hype that's bein' passed 'round
I told her, "I'm the realest nigga for you, hands down"
I got this AR, pistol, blackout
All these niggas lame than a bitch, I might lash out
Scratch a fuck nigga off the list, like Wite-Out
New Glock in my whip, come find out
Had to fuck her off the rip, she mine now
Lil' Dro' icy, ain't no doubt that I can fuck your bitch, hmm
Backwoods twists, I'm so damn smoked out
Codeine mixed my cup, Barney pissed out
Startin' to miss my old ways, no doubt
Start with me, I'm right here for you now
You the only one I think can break me out of my cell
Don't you try to run away from me, I need you, I swear
Try to copy love, but I just couldn't feel that, I'm broken
And you thе only one that got a way to repair it
So evеrybody know I got my heart on the skewer
And I can feel it roasting on the fire inside me
Why she just wanna dance around and look at my scar
I just wanna run away, run away
I can't believe the hype that's bein' passed 'round
I told her, "I'm the realest nigga for you, hands down"
I got this AR, pistol, blackout
All these niggas lame than a bitch, I might lash out
Scratch a fuck nigga off the list, like Wite-Out
New Glock in my whip, come find out
Had to fuck her off the rip, she mine now
Lil' Dro' icy, ain't no doubt that I can fuck your bitch, hmm
Passed 'round
Grr, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha, Nick, you're stupid
I can't believe the hype that's bein' passed 'round
I told her, "I'm the realest nigga for you, hands down"
I got this AR, pistol, blackout
All these niggas lame than a bitch, I might lash out
Scratch a fuck nigga off the list, like Wite-Out
New Glock in my whip, come find out
Had to fuck her off the rip, she mine now
Lil' Dro' icy, ain't no doubt that I can fuck your bitch, hmm
Backwoods twists, I'm so damn smoked out
Codeine mixed my cup, Barney pissed out
Startin' to miss my old ways, no doubt
Start with me, I'm right here for you now
You the only one I think can break me out of my cell
Don't you try to run away from me, I need you, I swear
Try to copy love, but I just couldn't feel that, I'm broken
And you thе only one that got a way to repair it
So evеrybody know I got my heart on the skewer
And I can feel it roasting on the fire inside me
Why she just wanna dance around and look at my scar
I just wanna run away, run away
I can't believe the hype that's bein' passed 'round
I told her, "I'm the realest nigga for you, hands down"
I got this AR, pistol, blackout
All these niggas lame than a bitch, I might lash out
Scratch a fuck nigga off the list, like Wite-Out
New Glock in my whip, come find out
Had to fuck her off the rip, she mine now
Lil' Dro' icy, ain't no doubt that I can fuck your bitch, hmm
Passed 'round
Grr, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Nicholas Mira, Danny Jenrette
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