1997 Lyrics

Come and get em out the house

I know you wrong

You only fucked me for the clout

The paper long

You gotta take a different route

This was back in '97

We was jumping on the couch

I'm the shit baby

Keep me out yo mouth

And don't be stressed love

Blow another cloud

Hit my phone

Don't go pull up unannounced

But the trap money booming

Said he need another ounce

Above the bull

I'm bouta blow another cloud

I heard he trap

We gotta gotta treat em like a mouse

I'm in her head

And now I got her out the blouse

You could fuck me at the telly You could fuck me at the house

Let me love you baby

I don't wanna wait

And we could roll baby

Where you wanna skate

She a dime

So she pretty in the face

Boy I gotta have love

Girl I gotta faith

Wait

Come and get em out the house

I know you wrong

You only fucked me for the clout

The paper long

You gotta take a different route

This was back in '97

We was jumping on the couch

I'm the shit baby

Keep me out yo mouth

And don't be stressed love

Blow another cloud

Hit my phone

Don't go pull up unannounced

But the trap money booming

Said he need another ounce

Ya ain't know

I'm going rogue

I did a ton of dirty jobs

I feel like Mike Rowe

I just got the cuban

I can't wait to have it froze

And my bitch is outta Oakland Got her singing En Vogue

Drive slow

At side shows

Must be smoking pot

From the way that we grow

Eighty dollars braids

Had to get the corn rows

And I didn't get the stang

I didn't like the way it drove

Wait

Someone tell em that the dogs back

They had to put em down

From the way I pulled the leash back

I'm the one who make it feed back

They wonder who I'm fucking Told them hoes to mind they need bees wax

Baby hit my sms

God Damn I miss my ex

Flash back attacks

From that beauty Simmons rest

Now it's me, drank and Diamond brother that's a triple threat

Bet

Come and get em out the house

I know you wrong

You only fucked me for the clout

The paper long

You gotta take a different route

This was back in '97

We was jumping on the couch

I'm the shit baby

Keep me out yo mouth

And don't be stressed love

Blow another cloud

Hit my phone

Don't go pull up unannounced

But the trap money booming

Said he need another ounce