Pissin Off by MakinOut Lyrics
(MAKINOUT verse 1)
I got stacks and you know I’m next I got money and you know I’m next
Counting cheese and you know I’m next
In love with my team next
All this money gone count it next
Everything yeah I’m up next
All these stacks yeah I’m up next
And I tell the bitch way back
And I tell the bitch way back
All my money and I count a stack
Young MAKINOUT yeah he up next
He gone talk yeah talk
All my money and it coming next
Ima keep counting commas up
Ima keep dropping on these bitches
She gone suck up on my nuts yeah
Yeah I told a bitch go count a stack
Way way way way back
I remeber when
Way way way way
They ain’t fuck wit the boy I remeber when
( verse 2 lil Gotit)
Hood baby fitted shirt
Call it turtle necking
He was talking real talk till
We stripped him naked
Smoke a nigga like some fucking
Sherbet racks in bought her baby Birkin
They ?? Like some water water
Gone fire your ass back boy you
Thirsty thirsty yeah I hit his ass up
With no remorse keep
Drank in my cup call it dirty dirty
?? My girl yeah forever loyal
Extort the lil boy like he owe me
Something i keep a big gun boy
I’m never running
Fo sho Let it to spray call them
Bullets hundreds
Banana clip call it feeding monkeys
Yeah I’m from the jungle like Jumanji
Gucci track suit came from jumanji
Yeah he got a sack but he fucking fumble
Plus I’m bout to make these million millions
With hood baby yeah super villain
Racks so long may it touch the ceiling
He fake sipping drinking penicillin
Had to shop out of state cause I fucked up
Lenox
My ex said she want me bitch
Fuck your feelings
She try steel from bitch burn her bridges
Fuck from the front then I beat her kidneys
Gloc on me when I’m in the denny’s
Tech wock what yo ass drinking
Rock Monclair yeah that sweater dripping
No rap cap boy you know I’m getting it
Cut off ?? And I rap to goo inside red bloody
Nose pop my shit on every channel stand
Out my spot in some Sandals
(MAKINOUT Verse 3)
They wouldn’t give me a chance
They ain’t think I was for the people
Young MAKIN came along way
Dripping I’m saucing so faded
Baby you know it’s the time
Niggas gone run up and hit you
Nigga gone run up
Tell the nigga don’t hit ya back
From a different universe star track
Got a different purse when she hit the track
Got a different purse when she hit the track
Got a different strap when I hit the back
Got a different strap when I hit the back
She want to talk on the phone
Telling me that she real love me
She want to talk on the phone
She want to talk on the phone
Telling me that she still love me
Telling me that she still love me
She want to talk on the phone
Telling me that she feel lonely
Tell me she she want me come over
Telling me that she real need me
Diamonds real dope and I need ya back
Way way way way back
Yeah I told that bitch go
Viper when I’m pissing off I got
Bitches and they different
Broad’s she wan kiss me but it’s not
Tomorrow
She wan love me like it’s just tomorrow
Young MAKINOUT I hit the curve
Babe you know I do the fucking serve
Why my diamond dancing pulling up
She want fuck me in the fucking cut
Hennyboys yeah we on top I don’t
Got to fuck with you niggas
I don’t want to roll with you niggas
I don’t want to chill with
I don’t want to kick it with
I don’t even like none of you niggas
Bet you know what I’m saying
We trying to go way way way way up
Count all these stacks up and ball up
Don’t touch up this lay up
Lay up
Know waasup I’ll hit ya back
Yeah come home I come home
Tell these bitches that I’m coming home
And I don’t even love you no more
Said the young niggas we going to the grave
Fuck a rock star fuck a block star
I was in the cut on some different shit
That you niggas will never be on
Tell the bitch to go way back
I told the bitch to go way back
I got stacks and you know I’m next I got money and you know I’m next
Counting cheese and you know I’m next
In love with my team next
All this money gone count it next
Everything yeah I’m up next
All these stacks yeah I’m up next
And I tell the bitch way back
And I tell the bitch way back
All my money and I count a stack
Young MAKINOUT yeah he up next
He gone talk yeah talk
All my money and it coming next
Ima keep counting commas up
Ima keep dropping on these bitches
She gone suck up on my nuts yeah
Yeah I told a bitch go count a stack
Way way way way back
I remeber when
Way way way way
They ain’t fuck wit the boy I remeber when
( verse 2 lil Gotit)
Hood baby fitted shirt
Call it turtle necking
He was talking real talk till
We stripped him naked
Smoke a nigga like some fucking
Sherbet racks in bought her baby Birkin
They ?? Like some water water
Gone fire your ass back boy you
Thirsty thirsty yeah I hit his ass up
With no remorse keep
Drank in my cup call it dirty dirty
?? My girl yeah forever loyal
Extort the lil boy like he owe me
Something i keep a big gun boy
I’m never running
Fo sho Let it to spray call them
Bullets hundreds
Banana clip call it feeding monkeys
Yeah I’m from the jungle like Jumanji
Gucci track suit came from jumanji
Yeah he got a sack but he fucking fumble
Plus I’m bout to make these million millions
With hood baby yeah super villain
Racks so long may it touch the ceiling
He fake sipping drinking penicillin
Had to shop out of state cause I fucked up
Lenox
My ex said she want me bitch
Fuck your feelings
She try steel from bitch burn her bridges
Fuck from the front then I beat her kidneys
Gloc on me when I’m in the denny’s
Tech wock what yo ass drinking
Rock Monclair yeah that sweater dripping
No rap cap boy you know I’m getting it
Cut off ?? And I rap to goo inside red bloody
Nose pop my shit on every channel stand
Out my spot in some Sandals
(MAKINOUT Verse 3)
They wouldn’t give me a chance
They ain’t think I was for the people
Young MAKIN came along way
Dripping I’m saucing so faded
Baby you know it’s the time
Niggas gone run up and hit you
Nigga gone run up
Tell the nigga don’t hit ya back
From a different universe star track
Got a different purse when she hit the track
Got a different purse when she hit the track
Got a different strap when I hit the back
Got a different strap when I hit the back
She want to talk on the phone
Telling me that she real love me
She want to talk on the phone
She want to talk on the phone
Telling me that she still love me
Telling me that she still love me
She want to talk on the phone
Telling me that she feel lonely
Tell me she she want me come over
Telling me that she real need me
Diamonds real dope and I need ya back
Way way way way back
Yeah I told that bitch go
Viper when I’m pissing off I got
Bitches and they different
Broad’s she wan kiss me but it’s not
Tomorrow
She wan love me like it’s just tomorrow
Young MAKINOUT I hit the curve
Babe you know I do the fucking serve
Why my diamond dancing pulling up
She want fuck me in the fucking cut
Hennyboys yeah we on top I don’t
Got to fuck with you niggas
I don’t want to roll with you niggas
I don’t want to chill with
I don’t want to kick it with
I don’t even like none of you niggas
Bet you know what I’m saying
We trying to go way way way way up
Count all these stacks up and ball up
Don’t touch up this lay up
Lay up
Know waasup I’ll hit ya back
Yeah come home I come home
Tell these bitches that I’m coming home
And I don’t even love you no more
Said the young niggas we going to the grave
Fuck a rock star fuck a block star
I was in the cut on some different shit
That you niggas will never be on
Tell the bitch to go way back
I told the bitch to go way back