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We Out Chea
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On Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
We Out Chea was released on June 15, 2025 by Badazz Syndicate as a part of the album Pompey Drive Classics, Vol. 1
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Release DateJune 15, 2025
LabelBadazz Syndicate
LanguageEnglish
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wayne Dabney Jr
Wayne Dabney Jr
Songwriter
Torence Hatch
Torence Hatch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wayne Dabney Jr
Wayne Dabney Jr
Producer

Lyrics

Bitch, we out chea! (What, ****!?) All the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!) All the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!), all the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
Okay, now ain't I, ain't I out chea? Five-one, five-oh
All the way the dummy way, fuck with me, die slow
Sold my first rock at ninety six, straight off the porch
Daddy gone, never comin' home, that's all I know
So I'm headed out the do', strapped up, ready to roll
Dickies is cuffed up, fucked up, off that Henny and X-O
With that liquor in me, I'll go do the shit myself
Fuck the consequences, have all you **** jumpin' fences
So, you see, I've been dumb, reppin' where I'm from
When I drop it **** come, boss man, job done
After dark it's Jurassic Park, velociraptors tryna eat ya fo' the green leaves
We all G's
Main mane in the grave behind some fuckin' bullshit
So when it's time to bust them K's, I don't bullshit
Outta here, dead meat, guck you and your whole street
I roll with you, you roll with me, that's it's supposed to be
Bitch, we out chea! (What, ****!?) All the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!) All the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!), all the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
Look, it's gutter with me, yeah, ain't rasslin' or no tusslin' me
It's straight bustin' with me
Look, as a peon
I've been known to get it on
Ran with straight cut-throaters
**** with no hope-a
The street life is all I know, it's all I live
So yo' best bet? Respect the kid
Fifty-one fifty, I mean that, if you happy, **** I seen that
Supply my own smoke, never askin' where that green at
Now uh-oh, there go that boy Quick, this **** here a savage
He totin' two Glocks under just in case it get drastic
Head first, fifty-one fifty, ain't got no mind
Hopped off the porch and hit a nine
That's the slangin' iron, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea like the lines in the street
Hundred, we do no stuntin', what we do? We let 'em stomp when it's beef
No time for playin' games
Run with a bunch of killas who certified and well trained
Bitch, we out chea! (What, ****!?) All the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!) All the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!), all the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
Bitch, I'm out chea, all the way the dummy way
They hustlin', dumpin' in broad day, ****, play you late
All the way hundred, it's ninety nine, I cut my time
It's E-N-T, it's sixth Street, at the same time we wise guys
Fifty-one fifty, shit get wicked in my city
Pistol grippin' in dickies, **** play, **** get it
I don't talk, I'll walk it out, so you gon' see me fo' you hear me
Extra Hen' in my system, 'bout to fuck over a ****
Bitch, we out chea in the streets, everywhere like burnt CDs, barbershop, barbecue
GLRRR!! (Roll your tongue) Who gon' ride for you? Choppin' fools
One by one, two by two, three by three, RIP
Rest in piss, we 'bout that gangsta shit
Play now, cry later, mane, feed you to the gators mane
Try to send a message, that's why I got that "Fuck you Haters" chain
Since ten, I've been a beast, sin't hard to find, I'm in the streets
Pocket monster in the club, murk yo' ass instantly
Bitch, we out chea! (What, ****!?) All the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!) All the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!), all the way the dummy way
All the way, one hundred, fifty, five-one-slash
Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
Written by: Torence Hatch, Wayne Dabney Jr
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