lil moe 6blocka & rooga – get out lyrics
[intro: rooga]
aye, aye, aye
aye, aye, aye
on fonem grave
i f+ck with this
(producer tag)
(let’s get it dawg)
[verse: rooga & lil moe 6blocka]
aye, b+tch i’m cool right now
n+gga play with me, he f+ck around get blew right down
and i got my bl!ck on me, in the stu’ right now
boy these 5.7 bullets comin’ out blue right now (bow)
we turn a n+gga block into a clue
everybody be wondering what happened (what happened?)
n+ggas act gangsta on the ‘book
get caught in the street, f+ck around get wrapped up
most of you n+ggas post pictures with guns
y’all ain’t nothing but actors
but i’m on the 6 posted up out north
i ain’t with nothin’ but factors (on the 6 block)
all them scr+ppers ridеrs (ride)
all them scr+ppers slidеrs
fonem arguing in the car about who gone be the driver
fonem hop out +phaah+, wet sh+t up like scuba divers (bah, bah)
they be like “d+mn that’s how you comin’? that n+gga rogga wild” (hahaha)
louis bag cost 23, i mix that sh+t with dior
and my glock a 23, but the clip hold 23 more
folks tryna hit him 20 times, i’m tryna hit him 23 more
folks tryna wait til’ after the party, i’m tryna catch him before (hahaha)
aye that choppa put your ass to rest
it’s like a tempurpedic (put your ass to sleep)
you the type to sneek diss on the stat’ and then delete
fonem might just do a hit out a prius (do a hit out prius)
walkup like the pizza man, i bet he won’t even see it (bow)
this ain’t no game we don’t play ‘round
this ain’t no playground, he gone get down or laid down
you got your bl!ck, and i got my bl!ck
let’s make it a quake out, aye
you got a glock, but i got a drac’ out
he with his b+tch, ah they tryna make out
caught him at the steakhouse, f+ck it we gone stake out
aye, aye, i got my bl!ck out, incase it’s a a bl!ckout
you tryna get up, i make you sit down
we got some big sh+t, that make you get down
we kidnap sh+t, like dude off “get out”
we in traffic, with 2 gen5 switches (slide, slide, slide)
hop out +phaow+, hit ‘bout 3 to 5 n+ggas
aye, don’t care if you got it n+gga, you can die wit’ it
tryna slide through the 6 gone be a suicide mission
boy you gone do what to who, in front of who? (who)
goofy got left out front tryna find his move (goofy, goofy aye)
shoulda played it cool, shoulda stayed in school
you wouldn’t’ve made the news
these hollow tips blue, you wouldn’t have a clue
i got sh+t so big, if i shoot you wonldn’t even shoot back
i got sh+t so big, if i was you i wouldn’t even do that (i wouldn’t even do that)
[outro: rooga]
on gang, on fonem grave
you already know how this sh+t go
scr+ppers
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