carey out ft. FTOS Twan Lyrics

How the fuck these niggas claim they pop shit they don't even pop out

If I'm popping out with Re we gone rock out

Bro ah get yo ass chopped down put them glocks down

If you on the wrong type of time, we ah make you clock out

Niggas rapping and they posting bout the shit they not bout

Gang said he all ten, so he in, he not out

Best believe we don't cop pleas and we don't cop out

Bro ain't shooting out no moving car he bound to hop out

If i catch you out in traffic then I'm tweaking out

I'm hanging out with no mask they gotta see me now

Bitch they was hating back then they wanna be me now

Make a nigga tuck his tail when he see me out

Can't wait to see you out

Bitch I'm riding with a fully automatic, catch my cousin, leave em leaking out

Or catch leeky out

Oh he said he a demon, bring the demon out

Bitch I'm steaming now

Catch a nigga do some shit, we ain't gone speak about

Bitch i did alotta shit that i can't speak about

Lame niggas out here dicksuckin' tryna be around

Head fucked up you see me out bitch a heat around

Bitch i be around, but ion be around

Nigga you ah bout see me up before you see me down

Cuffing rat hoes, look in the mirror you wanna see a clown

Niggas bound to burn they self out i can see it now

Me and ghost up in this bitch and we wigging out

You wanna know what type of time we on? you betta figure out

I'm tryna see who got this pussy nigga lo where his whereabouts

Niggas tryna fit in for some clout, shit ion care about

You ah prolly get yo ass shot up, just for staring down

Niggas was just fucking scary, now they "scary" now

Never was the type to waste my breath you ah get aired out

Nigga play stupid and get yo stupid ass carried out

The way i let this chop sing i brought Carey out

Use the 40 like a outfit, till i wear it out

They playing the opps in this bitch I'm finna clear it out

Snuck the glock in this bitch i got the opps feeling weirded out

Fuck talking we tryna turn a nigga into dust

Nigga fuck sending a message we gone send em up

Re really Kobe he be tryna shoot it and ah clutch

Niggas tryna text bro phone he tryna hit em up

A nigga play with the gang we gone hit em up

Bitch I'm all in with this shit i ain't giving up

When them jackboys come and take yo shit you betta give it up

Spoke on who? grab my chop and ride out, ain't gotta fill it up