DROSE - Cash Out
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Wow, that's really retro
{Verse- Drose}
Told brodie to slide, to the cut
Hit the back and I'ma hit the front
I'm in sum' fast, as fuck
Boys hopped and I ain't givin' up
Ain't going out sad, I don't give a fuck
I miss (?...), finna hit him up
While I'm chasing cash, you chasing a slut
While I chase the bag, she chasing a nut, uh
I'ma just roll my Runtz
No, you can't hit my blunt
I'ma just slide in the truck, uh
I'ma just dive in her guts, uh
Opps capped out
Catch him in person like, "What's all that rap 'bout?"
I took the fast route
Just parked the shark, now I'm finna go cash out
Like, who want war wit' us?
No caller ID, this 'lil bitch bored as fuck
Like, who want war wit' us?
No caller ID, this 'lil bitch bored as fuck
Baby too bad but a bop
Yeah, his music hard but that nigga a opp
'Till I get in them hills, hell na', I won't stop
Hold up this ol' girl, she just have me the drop
She say, "This my shit"
While I'm up in hеr guts she say, "This my dick"
What's that in ya' pants? Bitch, this my blick
Yo' ass gon' be dead if you diss my cliquе
Glock with a 50 drum
Whole 'lotta shots, tell my hood got 50 guns
I'm in a Bently truck
Lil' mama bad, I'ma beat her kitty up
Perc got me dizzy, uh
Burn wit' GFeezy while I'm in the Trizzy', uh
Glock got a switchy, uh
Pour up a four, I just fucked my kidney up
Babygirl, come to the 'telly
The way that she walk, I just know she a wetty
Smokin on sh- and this shit got me deady
Lil' bro just got popped like some fuckin' confetti
No cap boy, I had to face it
'Finna turn 18 with some criminal cases
Talkin' 'bout, "Go on a bracelet"
You forgot I'm a rapper? Bitch, I'm tryna make it
Some of his homies is patients
3 niggas got shot and ain't none of 'em make it
Some of his homies is patients
3 niggas got shot and ain't none of 'em make it
Ain't none of 'em make it
All the opps sad, can't none of them take it
Used to trap out the basement
And they know I'ma make it, that's why they be hating
Bitch, I ran out of patience
And they know I'ma make it, that's why they be hating
Bitch, I ran out of patience
And they know I'ma make it, that's why they be hating
That's why they be hating
Wow, that's really retro
{Verse- Drose}
Told brodie to slide, to the cut
Hit the back and I'ma hit the front
I'm in sum' fast, as fuck
Boys hopped and I ain't givin' up
Ain't going out sad, I don't give a fuck
I miss (?...), finna hit him up
While I'm chasing cash, you chasing a slut
While I chase the bag, she chasing a nut, uh
I'ma just roll my Runtz
No, you can't hit my blunt
I'ma just slide in the truck, uh
I'ma just dive in her guts, uh
Opps capped out
Catch him in person like, "What's all that rap 'bout?"
I took the fast route
Just parked the shark, now I'm finna go cash out
Like, who want war wit' us?
No caller ID, this 'lil bitch bored as fuck
Like, who want war wit' us?
No caller ID, this 'lil bitch bored as fuck
Baby too bad but a bop
Yeah, his music hard but that nigga a opp
'Till I get in them hills, hell na', I won't stop
Hold up this ol' girl, she just have me the drop
She say, "This my shit"
While I'm up in hеr guts she say, "This my dick"
What's that in ya' pants? Bitch, this my blick
Yo' ass gon' be dead if you diss my cliquе
Glock with a 50 drum
Whole 'lotta shots, tell my hood got 50 guns
I'm in a Bently truck
Lil' mama bad, I'ma beat her kitty up
Perc got me dizzy, uh
Burn wit' GFeezy while I'm in the Trizzy', uh
Glock got a switchy, uh
Pour up a four, I just fucked my kidney up
Babygirl, come to the 'telly
The way that she walk, I just know she a wetty
Smokin on sh- and this shit got me deady
Lil' bro just got popped like some fuckin' confetti
No cap boy, I had to face it
'Finna turn 18 with some criminal cases
Talkin' 'bout, "Go on a bracelet"
You forgot I'm a rapper? Bitch, I'm tryna make it
Some of his homies is patients
3 niggas got shot and ain't none of 'em make it
Some of his homies is patients
3 niggas got shot and ain't none of 'em make it
Ain't none of 'em make it
All the opps sad, can't none of them take it
Used to trap out the basement
And they know I'ma make it, that's why they be hating
Bitch, I ran out of patience
And they know I'ma make it, that's why they be hating
Bitch, I ran out of patience
And they know I'ma make it, that's why they be hating
That's why they be hating
