Bring It Out (feat. O.T. Genasis & Future)

I got that thing in the car

I'm 'bout to break it out

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout ****

We gotta bang it out

I keep my bitch in the house

I'm 'bout to bring her out

I got whips, I'll whip this in

I'm 'bout to bring 'em out

I'm bout to bring it out

I'm 'bout to bring it out

I'm 'bout to bring it out

I'm 'bout to bring it out

I put the matte on the 'Rarri

I'm 'bout to bring it out

We don't talk back to no cops

We just air you out

If you ain't sprayin' for the gang

Then we puttin' you out

I got my chains inside my shirt

Don't make me bring 'em out

I got that thing inside the car

Don't make me bring it out

I put them Berkies in the closet

Told her bring one out

Flip that soda

Ice like cola

Double lock  motor

Keep on the Motorola

Got your main thing

Take her to boat

Took her to the crib

Made her do yoga

I got bitches I know you ain't even seen yet

I got the four eighty eight, you ain't seen yet

These rappers gon' make me pull off my tennis chain

I'm back and forth with my hoes like a tennis game, Serena

I'm killin' ****, G by G, I put 'em in a hearse, go

My bitch killin' you hoes, you know she had it first, she game

I got that Ghost, I do the most, yeah, I love the Rolls, Rolls

I coulda got the Wraith, but it don't fit my hoes, woo

I came up way up out the mud and changed up like a key

I hit the club, and valet tell me I could keep my key

I shoot it out with all these ****, I don't give a fuck

I got a hundred **** with me, I don't give a fuck, go go

I got that thing in the car

I'm 'bout to break it out

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout ****

We gotta bang it out

I keep my bitch in the house

I'm 'bout to bring her out

I got whips, I'll whip this in

I'm 'bout to bring 'em out, gang gang

I'm 'bout to bring it out

I'm 'bout to bring it

I'm 'bout to bring it out

I'm 'bout to bring it out

I put the matte on the 'Rarri

I'm 'bout to bring it out

We don't talk back to no cops

We just air you out

Big face Rolly, shots

Still rock gold, yeah

AR fifteen

Leave a **** holy

Gotta lot of cash

Still move fast, yeah

Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash

I'm addicted to the pace, I'm a track ****, track

Why you talk behind my back? You should ask, ****, yeah

Make the money come back like a lap, ****

Treat ya like ya did good, 'cause I clap, ****

I got shooters on deck, and it's real fun, fun

Point your fingers in the air, get a real gun, you gat

Heard you got a bitch ****, get a trill one

Couple days in the mud, I'll hit a million

I done had too much to drink, I done fell on 'em, oops

Had a threesome with my bitch, push a nail on 'em, bang

I'm still married to the game, that my ringer, yeah

Long clip, beat this bitch, we a banger

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got that thing in the car

I'm 'bout to break it out

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout ****

We gotta bang it out

I keep my bitch in the house

I'm 'bout to bring her out

I got whips, I'll whip this in

I'm 'bout to bring 'em out

I'm 'bout to bring it out

I'm 'bout to bring it out

I'm 'bout to bring it out

I'm 'bout to bring it out

I put the matte on the 'Rarri

I'm 'bout to bring it out

We don't talk back to no cops

We just air you out

If you ain't sprayin' for the gang

Then we puttin' you out

I got my chains inside my shirt

Don't make me bring 'em out

I got that thing inside the car

Don't make me bring it out

I put them Berkies in the closet

Told her bring one out