Get Out

[Verse 1: Prince SAMO]
Do ya'll niggas bust ya'll guns
Nigga you know who you fucking with?
Got a thang thang with an extra clip
Run the same game, got an extra bitch
Now my chain hang, same chain
Running trains on your main game
This ain't for play play
She came through and she came came
Come again? You don't see the kind of niggas that I'm runnin' with
You don't see them gold chain and the gold frame
Gold ring cold cocaine that she up against
Six niggas that'll die for this
Six niggas that are just too high for this
Six niggas with the mac-10 back click-clack boom bow motherfuckers gonna try for this
Now tell me something
Which one of ya'll niggas need to tell me somethin'?
Cause ya'll motherfuckers can't tell me shit
Where were you when I was in the cell this summer?
Man fuck that
Word to me ain't going back
Free my nigga Sizzle let your nuts hang and hold your sack
I'm trying to get this money cause it's all I see in front of me
I'm lettin' out this here because these hoes be loving me
And these niggas wanna fuck with that real shit
I know real bloods, I know real crips
Know bad hoes who will strip
I got mad hoes on the real strip
Making mad dough for a real pimp
I'm hillside till the teeth chip
And I'm still on that Queens shit
[Hook]
You see these fucking chains?
Yeah they hang x2
Bass up in the truck
Yeah it bangs x2
When I step up off the stage
I do my thing x2
So who the fuck are you to talk, nigga? x4
Get your crew and squad up
World's Fair what up

[Verse 2]
This sound triumphant
Got me feeling like I fucking made it
Know they stay high from the fuzzy purple, outer space shit
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We making noise in our city, of course we 'bout it 'bout it
Bitches wanna crowd around us
Cause we rowdy rowdy [?]
Face down, ass up she hitting high notes like Mariah
Roll my weed up after, to go do as I desire
Hit the streets, looking cozy but all my shit's designer
With a model bitch, she fine as hell, high as hell she love the ganja
She love the ganja
Got one row for my wallet
[Hook]

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