Shoutout Lyrics

Let's go

Grip it til' your hands start giving

And there ain't nothing there to hold on

Won't slow

Saving all the bands I've been getting

Put it right back in the studio

Don't know if I'm gone ever make it

Make hits regardless though

Their songs all in my playlist cause I've been on a roll

Yeah, yeah

On a roll like butter

I'm always avoiding the clutter, yeah

Shorty she staring at me, yeah

Her head all in the gutter

My heart, it feeling flutters

Cause I get nervous when you looking at me

Call me the greatest, babe, that is real flattering

If looks could kill, then you an assassin

Kind of like Ezio, baby, she not who she say she is

Faker than all of my fantasies

Think she family

There's no way, no sense of urgency

Got hundred like a centipede

Two hundred tomorrow

Lead while they follow

Pride got to swallow

Stuck in a brothel while I'm at home with a model

Got stuck with her and now she don't wanna leave

I keep on asking her these questions like she always want Es

And she be eavesdropping everyday

I told her get on your knees

Not really though, I'm not the one to say that

Understand, capisce

Where you been, where you been baby girl

I don't know, but I'd give you the world

I don't know, but I'm all in my nerves

I don't know, but you getting on my nerves

Getting on my nerves, you a bird

Like the finches

Shoutout, shoutout to Atticus

I'm talking Atticus Finch man

To Kill A Mockingbird was fire

Now I'm always in the fire

And you cannot fucking deny it

Everybody that hated on me

Everybody, they think that I'm fire

Know I just rhymed that line three times but

Still I'm going to, I'm going so high

High in the sky, yeah

No, no

I'm not gonna dry up, my phone

Stay waist as fuck

I meant to say moist but who gives a fuck

I'm still going up like Carl and Russel

Do it like all the time

Baby, she be fucking with me, she love these lines

Not the white lines though

I can't do that, no

That's a fact like true that

Fight me, get blue black

Your head big, way too fat

You need liposuction

All these verses come in abundance

You stuck in the back and I'm closing the trunk

You said my shit ain't got no substance

Homie, what's up with that

Like Keenan Thompson, SNL

Your hating funny as heck

So funny, I'm laughing

Ha, ha, ha, that's so funny, I love that

Where you been, you a rug rat

Too young for me, I'm a old brat

Not spoiled though, I work hard for everything that I got

I don't know where you been but I'm on the fucking top

Bitch, going on top, yeah

Told you I'm going nonstop

Back in this shit and I'm flowing with Noah, the goat engineer

He is all that I got

Except for Al Jabrone and fam and Uncle Ant, he working a lot

Finessing the bread at like three AM

Every day he get there and go

Go in, yeah

He always going in

Always working with him

It's a pleasure to work with him

So shoutout Uncle Ant, the big hoss, he the goat, my friend

He the goat, my friend

That bread was sick