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Out Do Ya
43,223
Hip-Hop/Rap
Out Do Ya was released on July 22, 2016 by Guwop Enterprises/Atlantic as a part of the album Everybody Looking (Deluxe)
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Release DateJuly 22, 2016
LabelGuwop Enterprises/Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM67

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Hybicki
Steve Hybicki
Additional Engineer
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Guwop
Guwop
Executive Producer
David Kutch
David Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer
Sean Paine
Sean Paine
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
If I ain't a millionaire then my lil boy can grow a pussy
If Guwop ain't 'bout his business then Popeye must be a sissy
And if you ain't getting money I don't wanna talk to ya
'Cause how you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
[Verse 2]
I'm not politically correct 'cause, bitch, I ain't no politician
I can't hang round none of you ****'s
'Cause you ****'s might be snitch
But I ain't gotta deal with you, ****, I don't eat with you
But how you bitches let these bogus ass ****'s sleep with you?
[Verse 3]
I can't live with you, lay with you, take that pussy with you
I can't put up with you, play with you, I ain't got free dick to give you
They tryna be cool with ya, chill with ya, take no pictures
What the fuck I look like standing by you police ass ****?
[Verse 4]
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
[Verse 5]
I'm laughing to myself 'cause these rappers so broke
They sold no dope, they don't want no smoke
How they let a **** in, the feds out do 'em
I ain't got no rep, I let my chopper talk to 'em
[Verse 6]
A **** need me, I don't need no ****
I'm the shooter and the boss, I don't need no killer
The money that he make don't make me richer
I'm the slickest **** walking, I don't need no feature
[Verse 7]
Sitting on the hood of my brand new Bentley
Old neighborhood with some brand new jewelry
Big diamond rings like a old school preacher
Bitch, let a **** out, the feds come beat ya
[Verse 8]
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
How you let a **** in, the feds
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you
How you let a **** in, the feds out do ya
Written by: Radric Delantic Davis, Xavier Dotson
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