(+) Outy When I Drive/Blamed
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Everything foreign nigga
Ooh
Bougie shit tell 'em back back
Runnin' around with the rat pack
That ass too fat tell her back back
Ain't doing no talkin
The choppa got kick back
Ooh ooh
She won't be my boo
I was broke now I got bitches in my coupe
Me and breezy 50 hoes
By the group
That's yo' bitch she told a lie
Ain't told the truth ooh
I get her gone
Fuck her once
She won't pick up the phone
I send her home
Give me the dome give me the dome
High y high y high
I'ma fly I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up bitch on both sides
Broke niggas always minus
Wearin' designer
See me I beat it out the line
And it'll fuck ya spine up
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive flatline
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch on both sides
When I do the dash bitch
I swear that they mouth wide
Hunnids countin' cash
In a pair of them off whites
You need to bring your ass over here
If your nigga wanna fight bitch come outside
I'm off this hennessy too many shots
Don't give a fuck
Ain't no excuses for bein' belligerent
Just give me the bottle
Stop thinkin' about it 'til I'm on the floor
Switchin' lanes caught in the paint
Off the backboard
Ain't no way I'ma change pussy got me goin'
High y high y high
I'ma fly I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up bitch on both sides
Broke niggas always minus
Wearin' designer
See me I beat it out the line
And it'll fuck ya spine up
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive flatline
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch on both sides
I say vroom vroom
808s gon' make your body shake
Look bitch boom boom
And when I get you
I'll knock that pussy to the moon moon
If he trippin' grab that smith
And I'ma knock his brain loose
Do what you do
These hatin' niggas got it bad
Nigga talkin' tough into my lil' condo
And shot his ass
And if you mention me
Then you gon' end up in a body bag
Lil' mama I ain't tryna fuck you
You ain't got a lot of ass
I need a lot of that yeah yeah
High y high y high
I'ma fly I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up bitch on both sides
Broke niggas always minus wearin' designer
See me I beat it out the line
And it'll fuck ya spine up
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive flatline
High y high y high
Yeah baby flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch on both sides
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Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
Ayy I just check my bank account
I'm goin' dumb as fuck
I point her in the right direction
Tell her run it up
I put her in the louis line nigga one to ones
But we don't fight
I take this .40 off my waist
Just like a tummy tuck
I don't speak much unless it's money so
If they don't know me personal
Then I don't take it personal
They love you when you wins high
Let you know
But when your wins low
They treat you like a urkel
I learn that family
Don't always matter
I send these shots around your dome
Now you silent
Ayy I'm just tryna buy me a big place
I'm just tryna buy me a lawyer
Help me beat the case
I'm just tryna fuck you
Let you lead the way
And if we can't make it to the bed
Do it on the way
Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch she coming over
She gon' bring her friend too
They gon' pop and bend it over
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an uber when it's over
Fuck that just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do?
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
If there's a problem I'ma pop up
I'ma shoot out the roof
You need to stop it 'fore
I make your mama really miss you
Ain't throwin' spirals
Really big bullets and a couple missiles
I hit your bitch up that friday
And I told her to choose
She told me yeah we on for the nightcap
I know your nigga won't like that
Get his cap killed in his life jack'
That's why I don't take a day off
Hustle like every day is the playoffs
Damn right we fuckin' winnin'
Don't like me fuck your feelings
Money up to the ceilin'
Smoke weed I'm up there with it
Like murder make a killin'
See murder for no limit
White people in my business
Black women give me kisses
With all these snitches
It ain't safe no more
Niggas sayin' names
And they showin' up to court
I'ma take a shot have one before
Before I light this bitch up
And shoot it off the backboard
You got me fucked up
Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch she coming over
She gon' bring her friend too
They gon' pop and bend it over
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an uber when it's over
Fuck that just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do?
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
I might slide in it
I like bad bitches
Bentley 350s
I got three with me
It's a blame game
Let my chains swang
I don't know her name
All these hoes the same
She want chanel on her
Birkin bags she was rackin' sale on 'em
I got the nail on her
Fuckin' friends and she think I'ma tell her
In my coupe I got two
Niggas mad I got the juice
I'ma smash on your boo
I got cash on me too
She won't play me to the left
I'm a rich nigga to death
She gon' pull up with the neck
Boss up for a check
Know he want her
She got red bottoms on her
If I fuck her two times she a goner
Don't play me to the left no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch she coming over
She gon' bring her friend too
They gon' pop and bend it over
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an uber when it's over
Fuck that just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do?
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us