Outy When I Drive/Blamed

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Everything foreign *****

Ooh

Bougie she tell 'em back back Back back

Runnin' around with the rat pack Huh

That ass too fat tell her back back What

Ain't doing no talkin the choppa got kick back Blat

Ooh ooh

She won't be my boo My boo

I was broke now I got ******* in my coupe Huh

Me and Breezy 50 hoes by the group By the group

That's yo' ***** she told a lie ain't told the truth ooh Ain't told the truth

I get her gone

**** her once she won't pick up the phone What

I send her home Home

Give me the dome give me the dome

High y high y high

I'ma fly I'ma flatline

Outy when I drive

Bring me up ***** on both sides

Broke *****s always minus wearin' designer

See me I beat it out the line and it'll **** ya spine up

High y high y high

Yeah baby flatline

Outy when I drive flatline

High y high y high

Yeah baby flatline

Outy when I drive

***** on both sides

When I do the dash ***** I swear that they mouth wide

Hunnids countin' cash in a pair of them off whites

You need to bring your ass over here

If your ***** wanna fight ***** come outside

I'm off this Hennessy too many shots

Don't give a ****

Ain't no excuses for bein' belligerent just give me the bottle

Stop thinkin' about it 'til I'm on the floor

Switchin' lanes caught in the paint off the backboard

Ain't no way I'ma change ***** got me goin'

High y high y high

I'ma fly I'ma flatline

Outy when I drive

Bring me up ***** on both sides

Broke *****s always minus wearin' designer

See me I beat it out the line and it'll **** ya spine up

High y high y high

Yeah baby flatline

Outy when I drive flatline

High y high y high

Yeah baby flatline

Outy when I drive

***** on both sides

I say vroom vroom

808s gon' make your body shake

Lookin' boom boom

And when I get you

I'll knock that ***** to the moon moon

If he trippin' grab that Smith

And I'ma knock his brain loose

Do what you do

These hatin' *****s got it bad

***** talkin' tough into lil' condo and shot his ass

And if you mention me then you gon' end up in a body bag

Lil' mama I ain't tryna **** you you ain't got a lot of ass

I need a lot of that yeah yeah

High y high y high

I'ma fly I'ma flatline

Outy when I drive

Bring me up ***** on both sides

Broke *****s always minus wearin' designer

See me I beat it out the line and it'll **** ya spine up

High y high y high

Yeah baby flatline

Outy when I drive flatline

High y high y high

Yeah baby flatline

Outy when I drive

***** on both sides

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Don't play me to the left no

'Fore I pull up with that thing on me

I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck

And ain't nobody finna bang on me

Ayy I just check my bank account

I'm goin' dumb as ****

I point her in the right direction

Tell her "Run it up"

I put her in the Louis line

***** one to ones

But we don't fight

I take this 40 off my waist just like a tummy tuck

I don't speak much unless it's money so

If they don't know me personal then I don't take it personal

They love you when you wins high let you go How I let you know

But when your wins low they treat you like a Urkel

I learn that family don't always matter Yeah whoa

I send these shots around your dome now you silent Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ayy I'm just tryna buy me a big place Big place

I'm just tryna buy me a lawyer help me beat the case

I'm just tryna **** you let you lead the way The way

And if we can't make it to the bed do it on the way

Don't play me to the left no

'Fore I pull up with that thing on me

I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh

And ain't nobody finna bang on me

I got your ***** she coming over Woo

She gon' bring her friend too Woo

They gon' pop and bend it over Woo

Like that ***** brand new

Get her an Uber when it's over

**** that just hop up in the coupe

What you gon' do

'Cause you can't really put the blame on us

If there's a problem I'ma pop up I'ma shoot out the roof

You need to stop it 'fore I make your mama really miss you

Ain't throwin' spirals really big bullets and a couple missiles

I hit your ***** up at Friday and I told her to choose

She told me "Yeah we on for the nightcap"

I know your ***** won't like that

Get his cap killed in his life jack'

'Cause I don't take a day off

Hustle like every day is the Playoffs

Damn right we ****in' winnin'

Don't like me **** your feelings Feelings

Money up to the ceilin' Ceilin'

Smoke weed I'm up there with it There with it

Like murder make a killin'

See murder for no limit

White people in my business

Black women give me kisses

With all these snitches it ain't safe no more No more

*****s sayin' names and they showin' up to court Court

I'ma take a shot have one before

Before I light this ***** up and shoot it off the backboard

You got me ****ed up

Don't play me to the left no

'Fore I pull up with that thing on me

I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh

And ain't nobody finna bang on me

I got your ***** she coming over Woo

She gon' bring her friend too Woo

They gon' pop and bend it over Woo

Like that ***** brand new

Get her an Uber when it's over

**** that just hop up in the coupe

What you gon' do

'Cause you can't really put the blame on us

Ooh huh huh huh

I might slide in it Slide in it

I like bad ******* Bad

Bentley 350s Skrrt

I got three with me Ooh

It's a blame game Blame game

Let my chains swang Swang

I don't know her name What

All these hoes the same Yeah

She want Chanel on her Chanel

Birkin bags she was rackin' sale on 'em Ooh

I got the nail on her

****in' friends and she think I'ma tell her Ooh

In my coupe I got two

*****s mad I got the juice

I'ma smash on your boo Smash

I got cash on me too

She won't play me to the left

I'm a rich ***** to death Yeah

She gon' pull up with the neck

Boss up for a check Check

Know he want her

She got red bottoms on her On her

If I **** her two times she a goner Huh

Don't play me to the left no

'Fore I pull up with that thing on me

I'm shootin' aimin' for the neck oh

And ain't nobody finna bang on me

I got your ***** she coming over Woo

She gon' bring her friend too Woo

They gon' pop and bend it over Woo

Like that ***** brand new

Get her an Uber when it's over

**** that just hop up in the coupe

What you gon' do

'Cause you can't really put the blame on us