Out the Bowl (feat. Gucci Mane)

Cut my bitch off, wash my dick off In a bitch mouth, make her kiss your boy You ain't ride, so you bitched out Shorty so fine that I can't put the bitch out But she got me pissed off, damn I should of tricked off Slick sauce on my clique boss, this ain't Kriss Kross Brick loft, get it off like the real Rick Ross 1017 boss, bitch call me gold mouth Big Guwop in the house and he showed out Disrespect Brick Squad, and you get drugged out Every time I look down the street, that's a plug walk Gucci used to be the shiznit, can he still lift? 10 tell 10 that I got your bitch ten pills Telling everybody in the place, can't sit still Sorry to say that I know where your bitch live Gucci used to be a rich man, and he still is Bag came wrong, Imma show them what the deal is Rolling like motherfucker, 45 X pills She make me say (my my my) [?] easy Woah, woah, woah We got that fish scale dumping out the bowl 15 hundred climbing out a nigga's nose Spend 30 thousand dollars on her clothes Brand new Bentley, Young Thug in it Her hair extended, my clip extended Me and her twinses, Ferragamo and Fendi Jimmy call for the Lindsay's, mouth gold, no pennies Got to keep up my image, so therefore I got birds flying Birds over your head, no pretending, I got plenty Freeze, bitch get in position Knees, please, suck me till I'm empty S double M, we gon squeeze it till it's empty They are like Arthurs, we are like Binkys Dollar for my cologne, never catch me stinky Ooh look at her winky, at young [?], oh my G