Getting Out Lyrics

In these streets I was in a drought, ain't no getting out

Found A lane, but it didn't work, found a different route

Counting cheese, selling all these pounds like it's In & Out

If he sweet, we run in his house, we be in and out

Banging five with my niggas now, when I hit the crowd

We got bows, finna pass around, fuck a black and mild

Hit the club, bitch them straps around, bet not pat us down

Fuck a mug, we'll fap you down, get to actin' wild

I'm the man with a lot of bands, plus I got that yea

You a fan, better get your mans 'fore we pop his head

We gon' run if we see the feds, I'm talkin' bout blue and red

Young nigga, hit the scene up and let the money spread

Uh-huh, I get to the pape

I ain't never worried about a bitch, they be in the way

Was down to my last, lil' nigga, I couldn't get a 8th

Now we state to state, on the plane, finna eat some steak

Lil' nigga, you can't tell me shit, I'm already stamped

I'm the one, city on my back, they label me the champ

She on my dick, better get your bitch, that lil' bitch a tramp

I got blick, and this bitch got kick, it's louder than some amps

Freaky bitch, she sucked the soul out me, saved her under vamp

Fiends keep calling, say they want that powder, hit Em with a sample

I can build her up and break her down, get a bitch dismantled

We ain't worried about the beef, you know that shit be gettin' handled

Brodie really trappin, we got bows in Atlanta

I be really high, pourin' fours in the Fanta

Niggas really hoes, they done froze with the hammer

Acting like it's jamming if it's me I woulda blasted

Two things about me, gone save and fuck some money up

Might buy a bitch, a new purse, ain't payin' for no tummy tuck

Lil' bitch mad, her best friend, always tryna fuck

Told that bitch better play her role, or she gettin' cut

In these streets, I was in a drought

Ain't no gettin' out

Found a lane, but it didn't work, found a different route

Counting cheese, sellin' all these pounds like it's In & Out

If he sweet, we Run in his house, we be in and out

Bangin' five with my niggas, now, when we hit the crowd

We got bow's, finna pass around, fuck a black and mild

Hit the club, bitch, them straps around, bet' not pat us down

Fuck a mug, we'll fap you down, get to actin' wild