We Out Here (feat. Swagg Dinero)

Smylez and the boys, ink on my skin, pole on my belt, y'all already know what the fuck it is I ain't even gotta talk to y'all

We is out here, My **** $wagg bitch, dont call me shit else

Big poles, twisted metal no fucking games

Catch an opp, whack an opp, and nothing changed

In a foreign, chasing bags while Im switching lanes

For JoJo, we out here we ain't no lames

Catch em lacking, scary movie, bring nightmares

BrickSquad, TookaVille, we out here

For JoJo, we hauwk em, like spider webs

Big guns, alot of blunts, we out here

Fuck a opp, patch an opp we ain't no lames

I'm sipping lean, rolling thoints tryna' hit a stain

Wuga world, 075 what's out the stain

These ****'s snitching picking up the case and then dropping names

Feed the fam, feed the gang, man, fuck the fame

The news tweaking, talking 'bout my brother slain

Fuck that, fuck them you know his name

Cause real **** don't get killed it's assasinate

Dollar signs, swagging out I'm a fucking menace

I be about my green tryna' cape a lenox

Big cannons in my draws I'ma let 'em have it

Killing all these beats, I think I got a habbit

No talking, no words, this shit is cracking

We see him, we move him, not talk just sacking

My ****, they crazy, they love that action

Them L **** they huffing, we call that capping

No mercy for an opp, nah they getting whacked

Find out where he keeps his stash like the shit was hacking

Find out where he sleep and he ain't coming back

Freeze his body up like a fucking heart attack

I gotta get it, I'm banding up for these dollars

I'm out here, they out here, big choppers

Free my pops, free the guys, no lockers

No Jamaican shit, this is Chiraq and we shottaz