Out the Roof

I hang wit' murderers

I hang wit'

I hang wit', ayy, bitch

And I hang with murderers for sure

I can send 'em to...

(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

We done put some cash on their head, foenem like, "Where to shoot?" (Let's get it, yeah)

Thirty in this mag and I blow that bitch just like a flute (Like a flute)

Pull up with a bad little bitch (Yeah, yeah), I'm in the Bentley coupe (Yeah)

Money bustin' out the stash, had to take the load up out the room (Man, what?)

Lil' bro on your ass, then he spazz when he out the roof (Let's get it)

Lil' foenem be T'd, put on that mask, turn to Hannibal (Out of here)

Come run up your blick like you on that, they gon' challenge you

I can't even cap, I had that MAC, I held it louder too (Ayy, Durk, where your bitch ass at?)

I'm on the Lam', **** (Bet)

Slide through, bitch, I shoot and drive too (Let's get it)

Why you namin' him like he could save you? Bitch, he hide too

Why you keep on bringin' up them murders that your guys do? (Bitch)

Why you keep on postin' up them guns that your guys shoot? (Gang, gang, gang)

Von

**** always woofin' like they like that (Huh? Huh?)

Tryna ride my wave, that **** drown, he need a life vest (Drown, drown, drown)

O'Block my chain, I left Icebox and I went right back (Bling, baow)

That **** pussy, when he by hisself, nah, he ain't like that (Nah, nah)

I keep a fully (Boom)

Who you got? Why you talking 'bout all them bodies? (Why?)

Who you shot? Where you at? Why you talking 'bout you gon' rob me? (Who? What? Where you at?)

If it's that, where you at? Steady actin' like he cocky (Actin' like he cocky)

I got out of jail and got a mill' and took off like a rocket (Boom, boom)

Bookaman smokin' on that Tooka man, for sure (Booka man smokin' on that)

You a stupid man, you thinkin' I'ma oop my mans, you slow (Yeah, yeah)

I don't know who you is, boy, I'm chargin' thirty for a show

Send it, greenlight, it's a go

And I gotta get in with my pole

Ayy, why the fuck you callin' back, boy?

I'm in your cut, **** (Grrah)

He call my phone like he my mans, you know it's up with us (Let's get it)

Foenem Houdini, magic trick, they turn you blunts, **** (They turn you blunts)

He tryna get up, like he dyin' like that one **** (Man, what?)

Come on, man, y'all just killed my mans, man

So? Fuck him, bitch

His ass was tweakin' anyway, damn

Dead ****

300, O'Block shit

600 shit, bitch

Gang, OTF

Yeah

Ayy, when they, that shit be funny as hell when they ass be tweakin' and shit

You get right on they ass