If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
I got a hundred niggas with me, I don’t give a fuck

I’m addicted to the pace, I’m a trap nigga
Make the money come back like a lap nigga
I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key
I’m killin’ niggas GYG, I put ’em in the hearse
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
[Post-Chorus: Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
I could’ve got the wraith, but it can’t fit my hoes
I done had too much to drink I done fell on her
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
[Chorus: Future]
I’m still married to the game, got my ring, yeah
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
Genesis] [Verse 1: O.T.
I came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key
I got bitches I know that you ain’t seen yet
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
Why you talk behind my back you should act nigga
I got shooters on deck and its real fun
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
Got a lotta cash, still move fast
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I got ’em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast
[Verse 2: O.T. Genesis]

I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out

Got the 4488 you ain’t see yet

I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
Whip that soda, ice like polar
Got your main thing, took her to boa
Long clip beat hit his bitch, we can bang out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I’ll shoot it out with all these niggas I don’t give a fuck
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
Double on motor on the motorola
Air 15, leave a nigga hold up
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
My bitch killin’ you hoes, you know she had it first
[Chorus: Future]
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
Had a threesome with my bitch, put Chanel on her

I’m back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game
Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
[Chorus: Future]
Big face rollie, still rock
Took her to the crib, made her do yoga
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun
Couple days in a month I hit a million
[Post-Chorus: Future]

We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out