Cash Out (feat. Warhol.SS)

(Yeah, dead, swerve, swerve)

I hit the bank, cash out (Cash out)

Beat on that hoe, when she poking that ass out

Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out

Put the foreign in reverse and I back out

Big racks, act out

Deuce in the Faygo I'm about to pass out

ATM 'round here so, I gotta max out

Dope in the knapsack, work in the traphouse

It's too much gas in the air

Sippin' on Wock, ain't no box, I can't breathe, uh

**** reach for my chain, I dare

I whip out the Glock, hit his heart, make him bleed

Got these ****, they mad 'cause I get to the cheese

Now they all in my face 'cause I got to the green

Every day lookin' cozy, them racks in my jeans

In the trap with the pack got my Glock on my spleen

I see too many **** tryna be on the team

If you play with it, burn that **** whip again

Got a Glock on the seat, hoppin' out in Supreme

Mix up the Balmain with the Rick Own jeans, yeah

I'm hot I need a fan

These **** be hatin' but I know they fans

When I'm steppin' in Prada, don't fuck with the Vans

The thirty clip on me, ain't usin' no hands

Uh, Choppers, Dracos, pipes

I'ma walk down, caught an opp at the light

Step in Dolce Gabbana, my drop looking right

In the trap with them cutters, ain't totin' no knife

Everybody keep saying, Marr what you gonna do

I can't fuck with these ****, these **** be fools

And I got a bad bitch who can't fuck 'cause she's rude

Put that bitch in Chanel, she got stuck like some glue

(Yuh) It's up, burning more gas than a pump

If he come down that one way, that boy out of luck

I ain't keeping out hoe, I just came here to bust

Yeah-yeah, if I'ma shoot, I aim, don't pop in the air

Just fucked up them ones, had to go buy a new pair

If you ain't checking, you wonder why you here

Beat on a hoe with a hoe, come see that

**** beat down your block got you screamin' out wonder

And your bitch wanna fuck with the kid, she a gunner

Got a big AR and that bitch get to drummin'

I just walked out the bank, countin' twenties and hundreds

Ran off on the plug now they call me a runner

I'ma flex on the opps, they gon' call me a stunner

And my trap get to jumpin', they call me the pumper

I'm in here with the fifth, bullets him 'em, they thumping (Ooh, let's do it)

I hit the bank, cash out

Beat on that hoe, when she poking that ass out

Swerve in the Lambo, hide by the crash out

Put the foreign in reverse and I back out

Yeah, big racks act out

Deuce in the Faygo I'm about to pass out

ATM 'round here so I gotta max out

Dope in the knapsack, work in the traphouse