mw odt - shout out (ft. childish and pe$o reign) lyrics
intro (mw):
mw on da track
verse (childish):
shout out to my n-gg-s with me since day one
(aye the day one)
i might pull the uzi on a n-gg- just for sayin’ sum
(shut yo dumb -ss up)
crossin’ n-gg-s, kyrie, my handles a-1
(yeah)
spent a hundo’ on a chain, then a n-gg- replaced one
picked up a b-tch from the side of the street
(street!)
gave her some bread, now she callin me bae
dropped her off at da crib, showed her the time
and now she back with it everyday
(everyday)
i gotta watch who i talk with
cuz n-gg-s be beggin’ for top-shit
(shit!)
they just got hoes on a long list
and when you ignore em they gon talk shit
(oh yeah)
these n-gg-s locked up?
that’s making me mad
yo n-gg- tried to sell to me
and i laughed
ain’t never known my father just the fake one from the past
look at what we sellin’ out the bag
my cubans strong, that gold bond
if she a red-headed b-tch then i’m fond
ain’t f-cking with no fake blonde
ain’t got no snakes where i’m from
i’m leaning
i’m ballin’
the london bridge is fallin’
i’m iced out
that blacked out
‘rari, cuz it’s foreign
my diamonds got you snoring
don’t try me, bet i’m scoring
well looted like im tilted
go trump you get deported
m-dub on da track
makin’ a come-up, tryna get some racks
walk into a house, better watch for traps
be like “migos”
be whippin that crack like stir-fry
you gotta see it from a birds-eye
i don’t pay the haters no-mind
rolly sayin’ i ain’t got time
yo b-tch thirsty, but i got mine!
refrain (childish):
aye!
2 9 we up next, yurhd
shout out to my n-gg- pe$o reign
he up next, yurhd
we on da come up, real shit! no cap n-gg-
verse 2 (pe$o reign):
shout out to my n-gg-, childish
we countin’ green like we irish
xans on me, not prescribing
plus my new girl, and she stylish
i spent 50 on my pinky ring
come get yo girl, she be wildin’
cameras round me, stay smilin’
the 12 get me and i’m silent
ooo, run up them commas
bullets, they hot like a sauna
you can get shot like osama
d-mn, you gon get shot like osama
collectin’ loot like a llama
i only love my momma
you can keep yo shit and drama
bad b-tch from bahamas
(yeah, yeah)
you see the sun
you see the drip
you see the fit
yeah thats you girl?
she first in’ line to get a pic
pockets full of blue
man i’m lookin like a crip
shawty so d-mn bad
man i might just leave a tip
yeah, hunnid dollar tip yeah
level of dis type money
i be movin all these bricks, yeah
diamonds on me cold as shit
i swear that i be sick, yeah
red beam at yo head
shout out to my n-gg- tripp, yeah
venus water
just like a otter
i just might f-ck on ya daughter
i get the number then i call her
she like me cuz my money taller
after i smash imma block her
see you lurkin, boy
stalker
(stalkin’ -ss)
outro (pe$o reign):
aye mane, say mane
i’m always with the gang
you know, shout out 2 9
you know, pe$o reign
you know we really here, we up next, ya digg?
come one now..
i’m for real i ain’t even gonna cap to ya though
say!
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