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db.boutabag - out the way pt. 2 lyrics

[intro]
b+tch, i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask
we been out the way, out the way for this bag
i’ma touch it, go touch this bag
really ’bout a bag, i’ma get the bag
stash the bag, feel me?
get the bag from the b+tch, out the b+tch
out my wrist, out her, out, out, outta somethin’, man (i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me)

[chorus]
ayy, i been out the way for this bag, i’ma touch it (i’ma touch it)
you see me with the b+tch, don’t ask, she’s f+ckin’ (don’t ask)
and i ain’t even want the b+tch, cut her off for nothin’ (cut her off for nothin’)
don’t forget these diamonds on me, two+tone bustin’ (bustin’)
i ain’t got no public transportation, but i’m bussin’ (b+tch, i’m bussin’)
i’ll show eighty thousand cash like it’s nothin’ (like it’s nothin’)
deadstock kicks through the grass like it’s nothin’ (like it’s nothin’)
i’ll have your b+tch shake ass for two hundred (ayy)
back it up and dump it (dump it), back it up and dump it (dump it)
brodie say he ran into them n+ggas, had ’em duckin’ (duckin’)
back it up and dumped it (duckin’), back it up and dumped it (ayy)

[verse 1]
b+tch, for all these diamonds on my body, i was mad patient (i was mad patient)
i got more money than your pops, got your dad hatin’ (oh, you that mad?)
keep the foreign runnin’ when i walk inside the gas station (out the gas station)
way too many b+tches in my phone, it’s a congregation (it’s a congregation)
a lot of carats on my wrist, froze the circulation (froze my wrist, n+gga)
i don’t wanna kick it with the b+tch, she way too basic (that’s a basic b+tch)
a lot of carats on my wrist, froze the circulation (froze the circulation)
i don’t wanna kick it with the b+tch ’cause she ain’t got no payments (she ain’t got not a dollar on her, what the f+ck?)
[chorus]
i been out the way for this bag, i’ma touch it (i’ma touch it)
you see me with the b+tch, don’t ask, she’s f+ckin’ (don’t ask)
and i ain’t even want the b+tch, cut her off for nothin’ (cut her off for nothin’)
don’t forget these diamonds on me, two+tone bustin’ (bustin’)
i ain’t got no public transportation, but i’m bussin’ (b+tch, i’m bussin’)
i’ll show eighty thousand cash like it’s nothin’ (like it’s nothin’)
deadstock kicks through the grass like it’s nothin’ (like it’s nothin’)
i’ll have your b+tch shake ass for two hundred (ayy)
back it up and dump it (dump it), back it up and dump it (dump it)
brodie say he ran into them n+ggas, had ’em duckin’ (duckin’)
back it up and dumped it (duckin’), back it up and dumped it (ayy)

[verse 2]
european engineering when i pull up to your b+tch spot (skrrt)
i know you think the b+tch bad, but the b+tch not
off+white drip from my toes to the tip+top
vin diesel, punchin’ on my wrist, tryna fight these rocks
all i think about is lul jody when i pour this drop (when i pour this drop)
i just mixed shrooms with the klock, now i’m seein’ spots (i’m high as h+ll)
wait, that’s my jewelry
hundred+k kit on me, n+gga, stop it with the foolery
only b+tch i ever had didn’t really know what to do with me (she ain’t know)
i just bought an eight, two+face like pac, got the juice with me (got the)
pull up, goons with me, and i brought some extra shrooms with me
extra jewels with me, probably got a b+tch named jules with me
and her sis with her, man, i hope she got a kid+sitter (mm)
i’m finna bust her ass down at her own spot (at her own spot)
very, very shiny diamonds on me, check out these rocks (check out these rocks)
if you ain’t got a check for me, b+tch, check out the spot
(check out the spot, b+tch, i am not playin’, on god)
[chorus]
i been out the way for this bag, i’ma touch it
you see me with the b+tch, don’t ask, she’s f+ckin’
and i ain’t even want the b+tch, cut her off for nothin’
don’t forget these diamonds on me, two+tone bustin’
i ain’t got no public transportation, but i’m bussin’
i’ll show eighty thousand cash like it’s nothin’
deadstock kicks through the grass like it’s nothin’
i’ll have your b+tch shake ass for two hundred
back it up and dump it, back it up and dump it
brodie say he ran into them n+ggas, had ’em duckin’
back it up and dumped it, back it up and dumped it

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