Out Of It Outro (feat. T.F)

(Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)

Yeh, huh

Jernt full of fire, game full of lies

I just stay ridin', I don't play 'bout it

Got some cake out it, real estate out it

Made my way out it, but I can't stay out it

If I ain't got one, my brother got three

I slumped in the Cullinan, and I'm watching TV

She said the floor mats feel like a mink

Stars in the ceiling, water in my cuban link

How to make a million dollars off of what you think

Spitta made a million dollars off paper and ink

Scribble-scratch written stacks, rich off rap

Keep it clear, jealous ****, you'll get killed like that

Bought a couple houses, big as f*ck, we not crowded

Rollin' up lolly, keep in nice and cloudy

Inquiring minds wanna know where we stashed the bodies

When we kill 'em beats, masks on, creepin silently

Jernt full of fire, game full of lies

I just stay ridin', I don't play 'bout it

Got some cake out it, real estate out it

Made my way out it, but I can't stay out it

Jernt full of fire, game full of lies

I just stay ridin', I don't play 'bout it

Got some cake out it, real estate out it

Made my way out it, but I can't stay out it

Candles burnin', the b*tch yawnin'

Ain't no half stepping', **** ain't no tip-toeing

And my hand soaked, Baccarat 540

Jackpot, double-up, power-ballin'

Squeeze lemon on the calamari

Choppin' up game like a samurai (Like a samurai)

Eye for an eye, throw my shades on (Throw my shades on)

Leave bullet holes the size of paint balls (The size of paint balls)

Tell the peoples at the top, make some space for me

I tried to keep it in the gutter, but they was hating on me

It's still love, I'm proud up, but a **** been plugged

I'm still on bullsh*t, thought I woulda been done

But I can't stay out it, bending corners all through the city

Running up mileage, running through dollars

Parking on the sidewalks, turtle wax tyres

Bending corners through the city streets, I can't stay out 'em

Jernt full of fire, game full of lies

I just stay ridin', I don't play 'bout it

Got some cake out it, real estate out it

Made my way out it, but I can't stay out it

Jernt full of fire, game full of lies

I just stay ridin', I don't play 'bout it

Got some cake out it, real estate out it

Made my way out it, but I can't stay out it

One more song, one more song

One more song, one more song

One more song, one more song

One more song, one more song

One more song, one more song

One more song, one more song

One more song, one more song

One more song, one more song

One more song, one more song

Aye, aye, aye, aye, so that concludes tonight's Tonite Show, featuring Curren$y the Hot Spitta

Come on, y'all, ya gotta give it up, ya gotta give up

We about to head over to the Jet Life headquarters, we got an encore coming up, y'all don't wanna miss it

So stay involved, stay in tuned, we headed over to the Jet Life headquarters

F*ck wit' ya peoples. Jet Life, Fresh in the flesh, the Tonite Show, y'all know what it is

Andretti, Andretti ready

Y'all don't wanna do that, man, y'all don't want do nothin', dawg

DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh

Clothing came, blew her mind and changed her ways

And now she's turned out

Lost and turned out

You'll never ever get yo' b*tch back, haha, sucka

You'll never ever get that b*tch back, ahah

You'll never ever get yo' b*tch back, ahah, you ain't gon' never get her

You'll never ever get that b*tch back, ahah

Looking like it, smelling like it

Every time it's so exciting, when we sliding, Driving and patting my pockets

Girl, where my lighter? Oh she got it

Oh she fire, oh she like it

How I'm fly without trying, that's autopilot

No auto-tune, I don't do those moves, ain't got no rap voice

I just slide in the booth, and I'm just talking to you

Awfully smooth, lost in the groove, she had to choose

Had to elude, her other dude, ****, that's you

You acting like you wouldn't trip, your heart skipped

Last time you seen her, she was leaving in my '96

And if you see her again, she'll be cut up and remixed

Flipped, like a rag-'56, **** (Huh)

You'll never ever get yo' b*tch back

Ahah, ain't gon' ever get her (Huh)

You'll never ever get that b*tch back

Haha

You'll never ever get that b*tch back

Ahah, you ain't gon' never get her (Huh)

You'll never ever get yo' b*tch back

Ahah, you ain't gon' never get her (Huh)

DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh

This is the season for catching the vapors

(Can ya feel it?)

Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors

(Can ya feel it?)

Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors

La-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da (Can ya feel it?)

Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors

Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors

Can you feel it? Nothin' can save ya

Cause this is the season of catching the vapors

Sliding on haters, riding on Daytons

Stacking ya paper, catching them laters

Z28-ers, Delta '88-ers

Lowrider scrapers, sharper than razors

Firing lasers, them **** lazy

Them b*tches crazy, we getting paid

We balling out major, I still got a pager

B*tch, I'm from the 80's, the Eastside made me

The whole world paid me, no girl gon' play me

A woman might take me, out on a vacation

Can ya—

Nothin' can save ya

This is the season of catching the vapors

Sliding on haters, riding on Daytons

Stacking ya paper, catching them later, can ya—

(Can ya feel it?)

Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors

La-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

(Can ya feel it?)

Catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors

(Can ya feel it?)

Can ya feel it, catching the catch vapors, catching, catching the vapors

Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches

Smoking weed it in, don't post me in your pictures

If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it

Rule number one, don't talk about me round your, huh

That sh*t there'll have him suspicious

We be hitting switches, down Chef Highway dipping

Loose lips sink ships, and my ship ain't, huh

La-da-da, da-da, uh, can ya feel it?

Nothin' can save ya

Cause this is the season of catching the vapors

Sliding on haters, riding on Daytons

Stacking ya paper, catching them laters

Z28-ers, Delta '88-ers

Lowrider scrapers, sharper than razors

Firing lasers, them **** lazy

Them b*tches crazy, we getting paid

We balling out major, I still got a pager

Uh - DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh

Say that sh****t three times like Beetlejuice, like Candyman ****

(Uh)

Top of the morning to ya

Hot Spitta, b*tch, I'm like a sauna to ya

Recognize you talking to a don, b*tch, look here

The game change fast, you getting dressed too slow wit yo lame ass

Drivers in the other lane done blown past

Ain't no second or third place, there's only dead last

The dress was see through, on that lady like a champagne glass

Though she was shaped like a coke bottle bro, you know the motto tho

If she grin, she in, I'm Comedy Central in this vintage Benz

Its 'round 3am, we letting them Screw Tapes spin

Plotting a money run again (Plotting a money run again)

Finna bring more duckets in (Finna bring more duckets in)

Hold on

(Yeah)

Top of the morning to ya

Hot Spitta b*tch, I'm like a sauna to ya

Recognize you talking to a don b*tch, look here

(Hold on)

Asking me if I'm coming back

Tryna put a ETA on that, baby girl that's hella wack

Deal breaker, in living color, watch that situation fade to black

Tried to suffocate, I must escape from that

Thought I stopped with the Cullinan and the Wraith

There's a Spectre and a Phantom on the way

Is they on yo' team, or is they in yo' way?

Please differentiate

(You gotta differentiate)

Top of the morning to ya

Hot Spitta, b*tch, I'm like a sauna to ya

(Yeah)

Recognize you talking to a don bitch, look here

Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches

Smoking weed in it, girl don't post me in yo' pictures

If you can keep a secret, we can always kick it

Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round yo ****

That sh*t there'll have him suspicious

We be hitting switches, down Chef Highway dippin'

Loose lips you know

Aight