Find Out ft. Kap G Lyrics

That boy Alex got the sauce

Find out, you gotta find out

I beat the odds had to round out

I need my backend when I count

I hit that bitch with a roundhouse

Don't know where she from, think it's Moscow

When I step out, bring the plugs out

I done moved on ain't no love now

Find out, you gotta find out

Pull up we jumping the line now

No way they stopping the shine now

We go retreat, send em back to the streets

I want it I get it I know it's in reach

Cut that boy off he a leech

I'm cashing out don't need a receipt

When I'm with shawdy she make me complete

But I can't get attached send her back to the streets

I drip when I walk I'm making a leak

I see how you move you think I ain't peep

Take em to the school the way that I teach

She say that I'm cool I got her in heat

I took a flight got off on my feet

These niggas ain't right, it's easy to see

She said she proud of me like I'm designer

She wanna sit on it like a recliner

I had to find out that I had to find her

I'm tryna hit from the back get behind her

My ex just be hating you ain't gotta mind her

She won't tell you I took her out of that Honda

Me and you just like Cosmo and Wanda

SSU I linked up with a Allanah

She eat it up like dessert

I had to find out then go on the search

It's a new wave I'm making it work

It's a new wave yeah I made it first

She put the glock in her purse

I wanna run it up travel the earth

I already know that old nat is my turf

Before it got better it had to get worse

Find out, you gotta find out

I beat the odds had to round out

I need my backend when I count

I hit that bitch with a roundhouse

Don't know where she from, think it's Moscow

When I step out, bring the plugs out

I done moved on ain't no love now

Find out, you gotta find out

Pull up we jumping the line now

No way they stopping the shine now

We go retreat, send em back to the streets

I want it I get it I know it's in reach

Cut that boy off he a leech

I'm cashing out don't need a receipt

I'm really gone have to remind them new buss down it's perfect timing

I'm really a god in my city they do what I say just like I'm Simon

I really been living life like I'm a bachelor

Sipping on drink same color lavender

When it come to getting money they know I'm no amateur

Picking up bags to practice my stamina

Let me find out your designer fake

Let me find out them your partner clothes

Let me find out you be pillow talking

All that putting on for all the hoes

Ain't gotta say nothing better ask about me

You mad about a bitch I'm focused on the check

And my fault that ass all on me

Married to the money holy matrimony

Ain't bring nothing to my table gotta cut you off your time is up

Ever since I got a bag I seen new faces popping up

We really came from shit I gotta throw my diamonds up

Put it on since a toddler yeah

Fresh as fuck at the sharpener

Find out, you gotta find out

I beat the odds had to round out

I need my backend when I count

I hit that bitch with a roundhouse

Don't know where she from, think it's Moscow

When I step out, bring the plugs out

I done moved on ain't no love now

Find out, you gotta find out

Pull up we jumping the line now

No way they stopping the shine now

We go retreat, send em back to the streets

I want it I get it I know it's in reach

Cut that boy off he a leech

I'm cashing out don't need a receipt