Bring Em Out (feat. Suspect & Ambush)

Bring 'em out

Alla that money you scream about

All this check that you sing about

Talkin' that shit you must dream about

All these bricks and all these sticks

And alla that shit that you sing about

Talkin' that shit, ****, leave it out

We've had enough, ****, bring 'em out

Bring 'em out

Said I love this shit

Just the other day I was trappin' more, ****

I was trippin' out a busted whip

I be comin' with the busted drip

Said the drip's all saucy

See me comin' like a mustard dip

Don't slip, don't trip

Guaranteed you get (Winked)

Got four and a bit

Put another nine on the four and a bit

Then you bring it back more than a bit

'Bush and Sus' on the track

That's mad, now you bringin' back more than a hit

Got more than your man

'Cause I do more than you think

And we do more than bits

Back row more than a lick

Anything I touch just lifts

The steel stuff, call them clips

And if I bring 'em out, bring 'em out

It's gonna cool some shits

Shots all ringin' out, **** dippin' out

Better hide your kids

And you better hide your bitch

'Cause you know, when we come through

Got the gyalie tryna line their whiffs

Mandem tryna buy them drinks

But they wanna vibe with us

They don't wanna vibe with pricks

Alla my **** take risks

I ain't finna yaze or diff

And why d'you think these digs just hit?

More than a hunnid bands on me

Why you feelin' on my dick

Got the sweet ones tryna fuck with us

Talkin' 'bout can they come with

Now the street squad cars wanna stop me

Tryna say is it a stolen whip

Car flyin' over humps on the backroad

I don't really wanna stall this bitch

No rest, no sleep

No I ain't had more than a wink

You was tryna make more than a drink

Boy, you woulda made more in the long run

Pussy boy, woulda made more if you think

I mean woulda made more if you thought

Now you gotta hide from the torch

Can't put a beef on pause

Now they wanna be indoors

Ooh, now man are stealin' drawers

Can't get with me, that's poor

Can't get with me, no more

Yeah the mandem upgraded

And we can't let them near us no more

No time for the hate shit

I'll get back to you when I'm off tour

Bank balance lookin' outrageous

They say I might have to get an offshore

You know, pot's still bubblin' base

I get cash even when I'm offshore

Man the K still coverin' bases

Get packs in and out of that port

And these kids still run up and bag shit

And let clap run up applause

Ever since man caught on, mad shit's been happenin'

Took a groupie off tour, now she OT with captain

You know what's mad? D'you know what's-

D'you know what's the mad ting?

Got **** tryna act like

**** tryna act like they ain't never benefitting

I done 'em up, I put their laps in

She bent her back, I done her back in

You see the way dem man are actin'

Gon' back it out, then it's a mad ting

When we back it out, I do the mad ting

Control your don before I crash him

Guaranteed he'll get the uh

(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)

(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)