Bring It Out

Back in this bitch and they say that they proud Get in the booth and start thinking out loud I ain't performing but I'm rolling loud F*ck on yo hoe and then I'm strolling out Bankroll of twenties is up in this pouch Im a real nigga the real ones can vouche Don't got to show you boys what I'm about We gone see when you pick a day to bring it out Nigga look me in my face when you talk to me Poke yo chest out when you walk up to me Cause if I see that yo ass is a whole bitch I might have cuz and them rob yo whole team Slide on yo bitch so ridiculous with it like Rob I swear to god these boys corn on the cob Passing these hoes like a motherfucking lob Go so damn hard cause this shit is my job Hop on that ass like a motherfuckin frog Pocket rocket got it tucked in my draws Don't f*ck with laws no matter the cause He ain't gone do it he ain't got no balls Yo bitch is not there cause she over here I am not John she can't be my dear Hit from the rear and then I disappear Good gas so I can't even hear Eyes low so I can't even see That bitch in love cause she know I'm a G Boy I swear to god you live and you learn These bitches going they live and they burn Ain't no fun if the bros can't have none F*ck y'all Idol ain't taking no turns She wants to f*ck we doing that verb She gave me head so long ferb Fucks with the slimes my niggas be balling Fucks with the crips I might call Mally We gone run it on yo hoe and yo mommy I get some racks give it all to my Mammy On my Grammy I don't need me a Grammy I got yo bitch and she outta her panties I'm In her cheeks like a nigga named Sandy Feel like based savage and savage like Randy I'm writing death notes handy dandy Double cup I ain't sipping no brandy Fumbled the pack and we stole dat boy Fanny Late nights and she outta her jammies She call me baby but she ain't my nanny Cuz got the tool like he was a manny F*ck how you feel bitch I'm trill just like Sammy Back in this bitch and they say that they proud Get in the booth and start thinking out loud I ain't performing but I'm rolling loud F*ck on yo hoe and then I'm strolling out Bankroll of twenties is up in this pouch Im a real nigga the real ones can vouche Don't got to show you boys what I'm about We gone see when you pick a day to bring it out