out da door Lyrics

Ya, ya

Yea, ya

Ya, yea ya

This shit gettin' real

This shit gettin' real I'm tellin' ya

This shit got real I'm tellin' ya

I'm top of the hill lil ho

She reppin' that glatt lil ho

I'm countin' up dead's lil ho

Spend the guap on expensive dope

Fuck that bitch I ain't gettin' close

My glime he trained to go

That bitch suck like she trained to throat

So I know not to save these hoes

I'm geeked up fasho'

I needa' up the dose

Get the guap and I'm out da door

Got a J needa ash it tho

Made a band bit let's make a toast

I stay booting up acting' slow

Hit da store I got cash to blow

Cop some shit then I'm out da door

This shit gettin' real (ye)

This shit gettin' real I'm tellin' ya (big glatt big glatt)

This shit got real I'm tellin' ya

I'm top of the hill lil ho (ye)

She reppin' that glatt lil ho

I'm countin' up dead's lil ho

Spend the guap on expensive dope

Sheesh sheesh (get it let's get it)

I just want them diamonds dancing

Hit that Michael Jack

This ho dress too fancy, I like hoes just showin' ass

Quit tryna compare me, all these boys some fuckin pests

I see that shit clearly

I just been geeked off the tes'

I put that bitch to the test

I turn up my wrist now I'm set

Go throw up the racks make a mess

It's up lil bitch yea it's said

Big glime, motherfuckin glatt

Four nines, aim at yo head

My money green, motherfuckin slatt

Swervin' the tires, losing the feds

I been that guy bitch fuck what you said

I want the Cullinan guts all red

Don't want the bitch want her friend instead

I'm in the bitch mouth just like crest

My neck too rinsed out yea it's all wet

I took the cash route then I left

Ya, ya

Yea, ya

Ya, yea ya

This shit gettin' real

This shit gettin' real I'm tellin' ya

This shit got real I'm tellin' ya

I'm top of the hill lil ho

She reppin' that glatt lil ho

I'm countin up dead's lil ho

Spend the guap on expensive dope

Fuck that bitch I ain't getting close

My glime he trained to go

That bitch suck like she trained to throat

So I know not to save these hoes

I'm geeked up fasho'

I needa' up the dose

Get the guap and I'm out da door

Got a J needa' ash it though

Made a band bit let's make a toast

I stay booting up acting' slow

Hit da store I got cash to blow

Cop some shit then I'm out da door