Out The Gym

(album: From The Neighborhood To The Stage - 2019)

Ayy, ayy, woah...
(Pooh, you a fool for this one...)
With the Glock all in his pants
He gon' walk out with the Glock all in his pants

My shooter's jumping out the gym with a Glock all in his pants
Only want two .38s, the place is paying 30 bands
Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van
Jump out gang, no we ain't playing, face wrapped up, no Taliban
Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran
Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain't playing
You say it's up, bitch, what you sayin?
Side of your house, that's where we laying
When you walk out, we get to spraying
Pussy bitch, no, I ain't playing

Spin on their block, let off some shots, if we don't hit we spin again
The day I die, nobody cry, walk in the mall and spend a ten
One Glock 40, two FNs, one got your name, two for your friends
Young rich nigga in the Benz, Lord forgive me for my sins
You rolling with me, that's a fact, nigga
I catch you walking out of church on Sunday morning
Best believe you getting stretched, nigga
I'm in the streets, they're on the internet
Send some shots, we gon' send 'em back
I'm starting to think these niggas snitching
When we spin, they never spinning back
Everything that I rap, swear to God that I'm spitting facts
Hitting winters on the run, I'm gripping on the MAC
My chain snatched, your brain snatched
Glock 40 bullets, your name attached
Face a nigga just for looking at
I'm way up, ain't no looking back
Ol' pussy boy, who you looking at?
Dope in the kitchen, we cooking that

My shooter's jumping out the gym with a Glock all in his pants
Only want two .38s, the place is paying 30 bands
Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van
Jump out gang, no we ain't playing, face wrapped up, no Taliban
Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran
Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain't playing
You say it's up, bitch, what you sayin?
Side of your house, that's where we laying
When you walk out, we get to spraying
Pussy bitch, no, I ain't playing

That life he claim, I swear we living that
We taking, we ain't giving back
My feelings, put 'em in the trash
A hundred, got that shit in cash
Bitch, we 'bout beefing
We hopping out of suburbans, midnight, we creeping
I'm steady screaming out murder, tryna get even
I'ma knock off your whole circle, on the way, we speeding
I'm in a rush just to murk you
Living life real fast, moving slow, I'm certain
Two lines of lean, Adderall and Perks
Cut 'em up a brick, then take their work
Matte black Hellcat, nigga, wheel go skrrt
Pull up, hop out, have your brain on the curb
We steady be sliding from sun up to sun down
Slanging iron for my niggas is fun now
Catch you leaving out the store and get run down
No leg shot, you getting gunned down
Straight head shot, big gun sound
Fuck crime stoppers, we gon' hit their block up
911, got one down

My shooter's jumping out the gym with a Glock all in his pants
Only want two .38s, the place is paying 30 bands
Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van
Jump out gang, no we ain't playing, face wrapped up, no Taliban
Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran
Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain't playing
You say it's up, bitch, what you sayin?
Side of your house, that's where we laying
When you walk out, we get to spraying
Pussy bitch, no, I ain't playing

You know
R.I.P. Lil Sosa, you know
It's jump out gang forever, you know
Free Lil Leeky, I just talked to him the other day on collect
He ready to get back in the backseat too, bitch ass nigga