Get Outta Here

Yeah, Brolic shit, brolic shit n*gga

Billionaire rap, n*gga

Aye yo, aye yo

The ring is nine carats up, imma slut for bucks

Success is it par, now boo, what's up?

Countin' and creepin', buried money, I smoke frequent

Pope with a dope, you know would beat me kid

You Played the vesses in the S'es

My shooter named Jerome with Louis on restin,' lived successfully

Flying and puffing, the steering wheel cushion comfy

My pullers up, n*ggas would slump me

Still, we at the Mirage, seven suitcases is nothin'

My bitch can go here, she do the huntin' yo

Rob a few birds and skate with some ones, we bluntin'

These little trick n*ggas, watch who you front with

Playing 'Cedes in the 'Cedes

Gleamin' with the navy blue straddlers from Orchard to Black Macy's

Funds is monstrous, few grenades

We forty drinkers, no chasers

Up in sensation, on vacation

And lampin', shades down

Peace to my n*ggas, all caged down

With deblishment around, I'm sending sage out

Grass is greener, the glass is cleaner

Dirty fingernails with guns fresh out of Medina

Tams in gooses

The old school version of the cool kids who stay strapped and trapped where the tools live

Party where the jewels give it

Trunk loads of PCP, we sending this fucking message to DC!

It's like I'm stuck in that bill bill

Confidential bodies in the projects over homi's who got spilled

Gold tassels, call my shooters the little rascals

Got spanky, he fell for stymie for me to clap you

Automatic floors that spread apart

Emerald couches they get raised with suede look better dark

Welcome to disco, pinky ring poppin' like Crisco

Marketing cocaine cookies calling it Nabisco

Cigarette lighters in pool halls

A bad bitch, an old jukebox playing that Lou Rawls

Nicky Barnes dope gets stretched out

Heroine addicts that OD, and still putting the rest out

Cotton club money, gaters is gummy, Dustin' off Donna Summers' LPs

Ali Fraizer tickets in gold plaques

Bruce Lee tenth-degree blackbelt actor auction cost a hundred and 12 Gs