Outta Here

Hold on, run that shit back, yeah

She on bars, 8-2-15 poppin', 'cause she outta here

I'ma star, look at the roof of my car, said I'm outta here

She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get outta here

Rick Owens, she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get outta here

**** be buyin' my swag, pullin my dick, I call him, 'Son, son'

I be investin' in war for me and my brothers, I bought some more guns

Make sure your head on the swivel, when playin' your cards and act like you know somethin'

Hate when a **** be beggin' and bitchin' and boastin', you can't hold nothin'

I put that shit on her, be draped up and feindin' she know I'm a star, so she lovin' my image

I'm pushin' that 'Rari, this shit not a lemon, I'm servin' that candy and servin' that lemon

On two different shrooms, ****, let down the windows, I altered the stick, had to speed up the tempo

We smackin' shit, you know we aim for the temple, we whackin' shit, turn your lil' bitch to a widow

Like Catholics, cross out the man in the middle, that abstinent they never fought with a pistol

We havin' it, we make a storm, fuck a drizzle, we after it, pull up with cannons and missiles

I'm on gin and 1942, bitch, I'm out of here

Rollin' up papers, all my weed infused, nothin' but clouds in here

Louie V, she got Marc Jacobs on, bitch, get out of here

He better have all of that pape he owe me, or he'll get downed in hea

She on bars, 8-2-15 poppin', 'cause she out of here

I'ma star, look at the roof of my car, said I'm out of here

She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get out of here

Rick Owens she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get out of here

She tell me I'm Rhude, but not 'cause my jacket, she know I be mixin' that shit with the Ricky

I'm Allen Iverson, ain't go to practice, but still, I can pull up and drop a whole 50

My brother been sippin' that shit for a decade, I told him slow down, that shit fuck up his kidneys

I tried to tell **** you might live longer, hatin' on me? Go find you some business

I'm pumpin' gas with my stick in my hand, I'm only poppin' this sh*t 'cause I can

I'm so out of here, some shit I can't tell the 'Gram, I got shit from Japan

She like Molly, mixed up with the water, let's go Molly world

Outta space, I'm in a GLS, let's get out of here

Brand new Rollie, I won't bust it down, 'less them diamonds real

Don't like rappers, you better tuck your chain, you'll get robbed in here

She on bars, 8215 poppin', 'cause she outta here

I'ma star, look at the roof of my car, said I'm outta here

She want more, I give her dick galore, bitch, get outta here

Rick Owens, she got on Michael Kors, bitch, get outta here

Outta here (Outta here)

Bitch, get outta here (Outta here)

Outta here (Outta here)

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