Out My Face (feat. Tip, Shad Da God, Young Thug & London Jae)

Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say 100K, get it out my safe If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit From my point, we sayin' it ain't an issue Now I put up them trap bands on a bitch through I talk to Roscoe every day like he ain't missin' You ain't missin' shit, they droppin' shit in the trenches I just dropped in the flame, and fucked up some Benjis Money comin' and goin', you in that Bimmy I got some hoes and they supported drinking chilly I'm with some dudes on the scene in the Rolls Rizzy Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say 100K, get it out my safe If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit I gotta, top off it ain't for rent Fuck a, tongue bitch I'm not a lick Jump, jump up on that baby ribbit No frog, but I came up out the motherfuckin' trenches Dig it? Pimp her ride like Xzibit did it Dig it? I'm in Japan like a fuckin' skillet Do you dig it? She actin' tough but I know that she with it Dig it? Dig it? She bought a cat I bought a jag kitty I'm showin' love out in Magic City Boy, you a dub, I ain't talking twenties You didn't show no love, you were never with it Raining bullets on your cuz man I hope he with it Cause he gon' get it, oh yeah yeah yeah he gon' get it I'm that boy yeah yeah but I'm not kiddin' I asked her do she got a passport she said if she didn't I would purchase it so what'd I ask for Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say 100K, get it out my safe If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit Coming for the money the money lil nigga Hangin out the window gunnin, you runnin' lil' nigga Ten scrates, I'm a baller no foul on lil nigga Money over bitches forever, you don't want it lil nigga Balmain sweat drips, sag on Givenchy boy that 200 racks Photo 650 three bitches in a matress Run the city like marathon, backwoods stuffed with Chevron, shoot every gun, I never run Trap 24/7 like the telethon, banging heavy metal call him Megatron Miss me with the bullshit is what you better do, Boyz N tha Hood, young nigga with a attitude Bitches fuck, I give a fuck right now Might try me, the plug'll pull up right now Nigga I could give a damn about your two cents, cause you could front me fifty grand and I'm getting rich Let the yopper rain down if you stop my pay The Glock I spray, put 'em in the box I say 100K, get it out my safe If you ain't talkin' money, boy, get out my face, hey I'ma pull up in the Porsche with a hoe in that bitch The Cayenne baby, gotta go foreign that bitch I swear, I'm gon' beat my jugg, I'ma burn out the lot You gettin', drug money, yeah we promotin' that shit