@ Out The Mix by Lu Steppa Lyrics
Wood Made This One
Walk down on a nigga if he talkin' out his fuckin' lips
Shawty at the crib she tryna top just let me fuckin' hit
How you got that Glockie' on yo' side but you ain't bustin' shit
How you got that choppa in the trap but you ain't clutchin' shit
Wanna get a Audemar Piguet to flood my fuckin' wrist
I been gettin' money by the hour, gettin' used to this
She just tried to backdoor on a nigga she a stupid bitch
Flexin' with that Glockie on the gram' but you ain't usin' it
Hop H-H-Hop up in that whip, that push to start that bitch be movin' fast
I just got a check all on the second I blew through the bag
Runnin' from the jakes in my Air Forces I ain't lookin' back
I keep that shit real with all my brothers I keep it a stack
I keep that shit real if he want smoke than nigga say so
Niggas not no plug I swear these pussy niggas cable
B-Blood all on thе scene I left his facе all on the table
D-r-a-c- No, that nigga do not got a draco
I be out the mix I really stay up out the way bro
Y'all niggas be ridin' dick I swear Y'all niggas gay bro
Y'all niggas be actin' on the net like nigga "Take 4!"
I'm no finna stop until my bank account got 8 0's
Baddies in the telly ima' pull up with like 8 hoes
Bitch I'm gettin' bread and I am not talkin' bout Dej Loaf
I told my bitch that I'm tryna fuck and she like "Bae no"
Kicked her out the crib now look at her that lil bitch got upset
Head, shoulders, knee's, and toes but fuck that we shoot for the neck
I finessed the plug and now I just got me a brand new Tec
Shake that ass up on the phone I really do not wanna text
I just got a Glock 26 you finna Levitate
Fucked up in the crib NLE Choppa ima' meditate
Yo' man is a bitch and he a ho' he still work 5 to 8
Febreze up in this bitch ima' pull up and let that choppa spray!
Walk down on a nigga if he talkin' out his fuckin' lips
Shawty at the crib she tryna top just let me fuckin' hit
How you got that Glockie' on yo' side but you ain't bustin' shit
How you got that choppa in the trap but you ain't clutchin' shit
Wanna get a Audemar Piguet to flood my fuckin' wrist
I been gettin' money by the hour, gettin' used to this
She just tried to backdoor on a nigga she a stupid bitch
Flexin' with that Glockie on the gram' but you ain't usin' it
Hop H-H-Hop up in that whip, that push to start that bitch be movin' fast
I just got a check all on the second I blew through the bag
Runnin' from the jakes in my Air Forces I ain't lookin' back
I keep that shit real with all my brothers I keep it a stack
I keep that shit real if he want smoke than nigga say so
Niggas not no plug I swear these pussy niggas cable
B-Blood all on thе scene I left his facе all on the table
D-r-a-c- No, that nigga do not got a draco
I be out the mix I really stay up out the way bro
Y'all niggas be ridin' dick I swear Y'all niggas gay bro
Y'all niggas be actin' on the net like nigga "Take 4!"
I'm no finna stop until my bank account got 8 0's
Baddies in the telly ima' pull up with like 8 hoes
Bitch I'm gettin' bread and I am not talkin' bout Dej Loaf
I told my bitch that I'm tryna fuck and she like "Bae no"
Kicked her out the crib now look at her that lil bitch got upset
Head, shoulders, knee's, and toes but fuck that we shoot for the neck
I finessed the plug and now I just got me a brand new Tec
Shake that ass up on the phone I really do not wanna text
I just got a Glock 26 you finna Levitate
Fucked up in the crib NLE Choppa ima' meditate
Yo' man is a bitch and he a ho' he still work 5 to 8
Febreze up in this bitch ima' pull up and let that choppa spray!