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Young Pappy

I'm Out Here

 

I'm Out Here

(álbum: 2 Cups - 2014)


I'm out here
10 toes down
Where niggas ride up and let windows down
I got a Mac hold 50
Take a nigga whole window down
I'm from the pole where it's cold, everybody riding round with extendos now
Tech 9 Hold 46 shots hit every nigga in yo crowd
True
Its not new mane
Ride in the blue thang, thats the new Range (no)
With a little cute thang call her boo thang
She pop molly, smoke weed, do a few thangs
When it crack, don't lack, keep 2 thangs
And stay fresh from the vest to the shoe game
Bandana on me look too strange
But I'm fly no lie like two chains
I'm from the block where its hot
Cuz the narcs outside
Where the bodies drop and that Glock spark outside
The kids don't play in the park outside
Cuz they scared for they life when its dark outside
When the thugs on the block got drugs on the block
Got dimes on the kush got dubs on a rock
My name hold weight
Got blood on the block
Give me top for the free
I ain't jugging a thot
Niggas die young
And the bad don't die
Who the fuck told you a real man don't cry
They took 2 Cups
So my head in denial
Looking for any nigga that was friends with the guy
They killed my homie
Boy you niggas gone pay that was behind that shit
I'm riding round with it on me
And nigga I ain't gone stop till I fry in that bitch
And I got my niggas with me
Ready for action
You talk about bodies they ready to catch it
Been blowin shit down since the age of 11
Been totin any gun from a gauge to a 7
They with it
My little niggas with it
You say you shot dude and he not gone to admit it
We come through and aim for the top of your fitting
And let that bitch bang
We don't stop for no witness
I'm out here I'm in it
Nigga
When you gone stop
When I'm finished
Nigga
Roll up quick
I walk up on that nigga
Put that gun in his mouth like a dentist nigga
I'm the same nigga
I can't change nigga
Done it all boy
She wanna fuck on the sub shit
I'm all for it
I be shooting shit up
Like a small force
She try set a nigga up
Can't fall for it
Y'all niggas ain't getting no money
So what the fuck y'all do with your time?
Cuz time is money and money is time
And if they say otherwise they lying
Boy I done been through it all
From the guns to the brawls
Said the bigger that shell
Then the harder they fall
Right now gettin money
Ain't a damn thing running
Said the bigger that pill
Then the harder they fall
TFG and PBG
That's what I rep my nigga
So fuck all y'all niggas
Except my niggas
Step out of his side each time we in the ride
Boy I ain't ever left my niggas
Kush smokin on pie
So high
In this shit right here
Goddamn my nigga
Double G's on the belt my nigga
What you brought
I don't need help my nigga
You ain't feel the same pain that I felt my nigga
You ain't played the same hand that I was dealt my nigga
What the fuck
These niggas don't get it
Try walk in my shoes but these niggas don't fit it
Fuck the police
No law no limits
I'm a real ass nigga no clone no gimmicks (bitch)
I don't play no games
I'm a kill that boy i don't say no names (no names)
With that trey eighth
Hop in the whip no face no case
I don't play no games
I'm a kill that boy I don't say no names (no names)
With that trey eighth
Hop in the whip no face no case

I'm out here
10 toes down
Where niggas ride up and let windows down
I got a Mac hold 50
Take a nigga whole window down
I'm from the pole where it's cold, everybody riding round with extendos now
Tech 9 Hold 46 shots hit every nigga in yo crowd
I'm out here where niggas don't lack
Or shorties ride up and them domes roll back
I ain't fear no man
You don't pose no threat
You ain't jacking no bag
You don't own no check
The fuck man
Niggas don't get it
Try walk in our shoes
But these niggas don't fit it
Fuck the police
No law no limits
I'm a real ass nigga no clone no gimmicks
I don't play no games
I'm a kill that boy I don't say no names
With that trey eighth
Straight hop in the whip
No face no case
No face no case
No face no case
Straight hop in the whip no face no case (bitch)

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