Im out Here (feat. Street Lord Juan)

Look, you got some lil' niggas in the car (in the car) Y'all should have a lil' nigga seminar Look, I got some real niggas in the car We 'bout to have a real nigga seminar Look, you sleepin' get some NoDoz Hit the set in cash, heavy bands, neph, I blow pros Bitches taking photos of the Panamera 4-door Yeah I'm flexin' wine, shit, but today is mine, bitch Look, I'm Red Wing everything (Man, I love that Red Wings chain) Heavy thing I can't believe I done fed niggas And they done turned around And was some Fed niggas If it ain't about the profit, get the fuck on If your bag ain't exotic, get the fuck on If you ain't eatin' Benihanas, get the fuck on Back the fuck back, lil' nigga, before I bust chrome I'm out here Damn, what you on my dick for? My nigga That's what I got your bitch for Pull up to the club, ask that bitch what it's hittin' for Then I flex through Looking like a walking lick though I'm from Brightmo', I say Brightmo' And my ice glow, lookin' like a light show Fleez, what's your ticket? You don't wanna know the price, bro Ask Jose I love Cinco, de Mayo Got your resume I pulled your resume Wouldn't know what to do if I gave you a brick of llel' Boy, why you on that bitch shit You the type of nigga probably run and tell my bitch shit That nigga got red This jack in the frame It's like the chicken had eggs (whatchu mean?) That's how you triple that shit Taxin' out of town niggas how I really got rich Boy, I ain't trippin' off no wrist work Just give me a strainer A mallet and a car, watch me ballin' like a Laker Purps in that yellow but a pro, that's what I shop with If you ain't got a dog, lil' fella you ain't poppin' You ain't there yet, I can tell by your jewelry I just play sweats, white T, flexin' two or three Benzes, two or three, Bourbons Nine or ten, choppers 'cause fools make me Nervous, asking all these stupid-ass questions like Why weren't you droppin', dawg? Heard you got indicted, heard you caught another body part Dawg you know I caught it, but I threw it back Told the judge I'm at war All that cash he cool with that, nigga