MAKE IT OUT THE A ft. Shan 2 Smoove Lyrics

They don't know where I'm from

I'm from where them nigga tote a whole lot of guns

I'm from where they hating if you stacking up your funds

Nigga we was down bad, we ain't never had no fun

Rolling up that gas and it's bad for your lungs

My lil bro got a stick and it come with a drum

All my nigga on the block with they business

They gon' keep that shit brief and they never leave a witness

All the police out here trying to get suspicious

We ain't worried bout them nigga, we just out here trying to get it

Cause we never had much

Nigga never had a clean cup of fruit punch

And I was on them meds cause they say it's supposed to heal you

But I got off of that shit, it don't really do much

And niggas throw doubt

I don't give a fuck who around, nigga promise I'ma show they ass something

They tried to belittle me

I'ma take everything literally

I ain't really worried bout em, I just got my mini me

Know the Glock come with more legs than a centipede

Aint a museum, how they see us sculp history

Ayy, I can switch it up because I'm versatile

Niggas talking shit, gon' do em bad, came from the worst or miles

Perfect smile, looking at my baby make me nervous now

Stacking up this bread, now my mama she don't worry now

And I stay with the glizzy

Pop you in your shit or I'ma hit you with a semi (pop pop)

Six, seven, nine, mix this shit like I'm lil remy

Pop, pop you in your kidney and I won't leave a witness

Cause I'm folks, they gon' get me

Jakes on my ass, do 200 in a hemi

Running through them red lights, yeah I got a 50

Balling like I'm Kobe 24, yeah you know

Got me a new chopper and that bitch got a scope

Aim it at your head but I bust you in your throat

Nah I don't rap but I hit it on these flows

Stay down for the four, call me D4

Run up in your shit, we gon' kick down your door

With this double O stick

I just fucked your bitch, now she screaming for a lick

Call up all my gang, yeah you know they gon' hit

We got all these choppers, yeah we blowing at your shit

In the booth of Reak, yeah we hopping on the mix

Drop it on the shit, yeah that bitch is getting lit (Damn)

I don't fuck with media, not even the gram

I can serve you pack, I can't serve you no lil gram

Working on my ass, I'm just trying to learn to scam

Pass the shit to Reak he finna get up and go ham

A lot of nigga got they nose up

See me hopping out and I got to pick my doors up

I just copped a brand new chain it got me froze up

Nigga see us doing big things and they loathe us

Bagging all them O's, nigga better pick they bowls up

Every time I hop on the beat I got some more for them

Yeah them nigga be some fiends

Used to shop at the Gap, now it's Fendi and Supreme

Eat at Benihana, used to be kids cuisine or Lunchable

All my young nigga that be with me, they untouchable

Looking at your bitch and she looking really fuckable

I'm just trying to make it to a place where we comfortable

They want a ride, it ain't room in the coupe

Seats ice cream, I need more than a scoop

And I can't have nobody fucking up my leather

Every time I'm on this bitch you know I'm only getting better, Shit progressive

Just looking at your bitch I get a wetter

They know my future brighter than my motherfucking bezel

I had a dream like I'm fucking M.L.K

Say you want some smoke, boy you know just where I stay, I'm in the A

Smoking on this gas all day, To the face

Rolling up a wood, yeah it put me in my place

Call me Tay-K cause I'm running in this race

To the top, I won't drop, I won't flop

Yeah I be smoking on these opps, but I be runnings from the cops

In my Gucci flip flops, I might pop up to your door

Hello, bitch, knock knock

Staying on these routes like a mouse chop chop

We gon' hit your block, I got 30 in this Glock

Yeah that clip it hold 30, it go pop, pop, pop

I'm in the hood every day, I'm just trying to make a play

Trying to get my mama out the hood, get her a new place

Wanna strip me for my bread, yeah my legs they might shake

Sike nah pussy boy, yeah I just caught a case

Broad day, know we get them nigga out the way

We ain't worried bout what a nigga gotta say

In the bitch stacking up this guala, get this cake everyday

Nigga we just tryna make it out the A

Shit get real out here nigga, we just need a new estate

We gon' skate, in a Demon or a Wraith

Rocking bape, ain't no face

Gotta check the weed to make sure it ain't laced

And it's free my lil cousin man he tryna beat a case