Bring Out Da (feat. Cash Jonny)

Bring out the racks Bring out the hoes Bring out the gats Bring out the poles Bring out the racks Bring out the hoes Bring out the gats Bring out the poles Bring out the packs Bring out the dro Bring out the Mac's Bring out the zones Bring out the packs Bring out the dro Bring out the Mac's Bring out the zones I got the racks, I got the commas I got the straps, I don't do drama I love my drugs, I think I might cuffem Feelin like Pluto I'm fuckin up commas Feelin like Pluto I'm fuckin' up commas I feel like Sosa how I got the lama Presidential in da room like Obama Take a bad bitch to Bahamas Money stack tall like Wembyama I got the drums just like nirvana Just sold a pack out there in Donna All this water on me I feel like piranha Got the block hot just like a sauna I got the straps Tony Montana Walk in the bank smell like marijuana Watch on my wrist cost like a Honda Bring out da pounds, bring out da sluts Bring out da rounds, bring out da bucks It's goin down, I'm finna up Hella gun sounds, We getting crunk Shooter hit em' goddam that's tuff Cash pull up in a big ass truck Chickenheads them hoes finna cluck Nigga Im ballin like CM Punk Told my bitch bring out the runtz I told bro bring out the straps We in the club we bring out the racks I ain't goin' in without the gats I ain't going in without the ruger Bitch I got drums like Lex Luger Bad bitch She from Vancouver Racks on racks nigga I feel like Future Bring out the racks Bring out the hoes Bring out the gats Bring out the poles Bring out the racks Bring out the hoes Bring out the gats Bring out the poles Bring out the packs Bring out the dro Bring out the Mac's Bring out the zones Bring out the packs Bring out the dro Bring out the Mac's Bring out the zones