Bring Em Out (feat. Shy Baby)
For my dogs though, hustle hard to pay a car note
Consequences no sorrow, live life like no tomorrow
I ain't even really start though, movin' while I'm still in park though
21, gun salute, all these young niggas lettin A.R.'s go
Man, my heart cold, lost my soul on a dark road
Like bone thugs at the crossroads, all the dope dealers was our Hov
Scan the block like a barcode, the other phone is the car phone
For niggas that steady grillin' me, burn them niggas like charcoal
Old head told me that time is money, so I'm goin' wherever the clock goes
Amigo frontin' and bluffin', the cheese in your video not yours
You know a nigga like me G, I be runnin to the money, pronto
Speedin' like juice in the Bronco, if you scared of the rain wear a poncho
Your hoe on the bandwagon like rooting for wherever Lebron goes
So easy to bag em', I pass them bitches like Rondo
She just wanna shop Milano, and roll my weed in a fronto
Stash keys at a condo, you rap niggas just John Doe, aye
Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about
I done everything that you niggas dream about
Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out
Never worry about me and mines cause we bring
em out
Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about
I done everything that you niggas dream about
Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out
Never worry about me and mines cause we bring em out
When I was young I used to dream about a hundred racks
Copped the onion, hit the block, the profit double back
What's in my pocket's nothing lesser than a couple stacks
I was just dead broke, now it's motherfuckin' tax
Season, all of my niggas on boss shit
4,500 the outfit
Dope boy rockin' white forces
I drip on a bitch water faucet
No one can stop this, I'm in a whole other league
Ballin' on niggas no hog shit, this some Lebron shit
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, might pass a bag to my brother
And tell him to grab us some cutters
If we out of town, and niggas try up on us bet ima catch me another
With a glizzy attached with a button Automatic one tap, I'm a dump it
Niggas stop all that cappin' and bluffin
Ten toes I ain't goin' for nothin
Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about
I done everything that you niggas dream about
Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out
Never worry about me and mines cause we bring
em out
Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about
I done everything that you niggas dream about
Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out
Never worry about me and mines cause we bring em out
Consequences no sorrow, live life like no tomorrow
I ain't even really start though, movin' while I'm still in park though
21, gun salute, all these young niggas lettin A.R.'s go
Man, my heart cold, lost my soul on a dark road
Like bone thugs at the crossroads, all the dope dealers was our Hov
Scan the block like a barcode, the other phone is the car phone
For niggas that steady grillin' me, burn them niggas like charcoal
Old head told me that time is money, so I'm goin' wherever the clock goes
Amigo frontin' and bluffin', the cheese in your video not yours
You know a nigga like me G, I be runnin to the money, pronto
Speedin' like juice in the Bronco, if you scared of the rain wear a poncho
Your hoe on the bandwagon like rooting for wherever Lebron goes
So easy to bag em', I pass them bitches like Rondo
She just wanna shop Milano, and roll my weed in a fronto
Stash keys at a condo, you rap niggas just John Doe, aye
Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about
I done everything that you niggas dream about
Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out
Never worry about me and mines cause we bring
em out
Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about
I done everything that you niggas dream about
Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out
Never worry about me and mines cause we bring em out
When I was young I used to dream about a hundred racks
Copped the onion, hit the block, the profit double back
What's in my pocket's nothing lesser than a couple stacks
I was just dead broke, now it's motherfuckin' tax
Season, all of my niggas on boss shit
4,500 the outfit
Dope boy rockin' white forces
I drip on a bitch water faucet
No one can stop this, I'm in a whole other league
Ballin' on niggas no hog shit, this some Lebron shit
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, might pass a bag to my brother
And tell him to grab us some cutters
If we out of town, and niggas try up on us bet ima catch me another
With a glizzy attached with a button Automatic one tap, I'm a dump it
Niggas stop all that cappin' and bluffin
Ten toes I ain't goin' for nothin
Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about
I done everything that you niggas dream about
Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out
Never worry about me and mines cause we bring
em out
Make sure you living everything you niggas sing about
I done everything that you niggas dream about
Fuck a price, at the register, just ring it out
Never worry about me and mines cause we bring em out
Credits
Writer(s): G Sheppard
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