Hidin Out

[Intro: Lil torr]

Ahhh
Ha
Turk, turk
Phew
Rahhh
Go,go

[Chorus: Lil torr]

I got a dollar that's it
100 round Choppa, it make you fly quick
I'm smoking on mango I'm fried as a bitch
I feel like keef how I hit on that stick

Wock got me tired I sleep in my fit
Lazymax made this you know it's a hit
My young Turk he feinin to blitz
We don't fuck with old heads they hatin our shit

Ride through the city with Glocks and a switch
Gas got me hungry I eat like a bitch
We scam where you live, we scam we scam you on twitch
I rock with a Gunna but he's not a snitch
I'm eatin my main thing I do it with bliss
I fuck with my side thing, but we do not kiss
I'm huntin the Greeks so I'm makin a list
I hang with the Russ turn to Ukraine to a pit
I flame at the kranes so we make em die quick

Bad boy I got the juice
Sippin on drank my kidneys feel loose
In interrogation he sing like a flute
He talkin crazy we give him that boot
She real feisty Ima give her that food
Make him lord Vader he breathe through a tube
Spinnin through the ham and we make a few hoops

Gen 5 like Wilcox it's gonna shoot
Started to smoke again but I fuckin immune
Cannot become a fien cannot lay back and snooze
Won't go out like Ricky I'm gonna smoke this fuckin stizzy

Yuhs like Beno he likes em age 15 my Turk snatched your chain, and you didn't do shit

[Verse: ICYY]

Hop in a GLE and I slide
Pull up to your crib catch a homicide
I'm with the Turks we always outside
Poppin a perc I'm up in the sky
Drink too much lean feel like ima die
Fuck her one time break her heart she gone cry
Claiming a body, we know that's a lie

Huh

25 thousand for the perc
Throw in that cash that bitch finna twerk
You talking on Turks you get put in the dirt
Hangin with wolves, no Lil Durk
If you a Greek you get put on a shirt
Feelin my cup so I talk with a slur
That bitch cheated that was on her
Got a new patek, no uzi vert

He want the static put him in the dirt
Pop me a perc when i'm feelin the worst
He want the static I pull out the Draco
Only 15 I get to the bankroll
She go throw that ass if I say so
He talkin down we give that boy a halo
I've been stackin cheese talkin bout the pesos
Was gonna bring a Glock that boy better lay low

[Chorus: Lil torr]

I got a dollar that's it
100 round Choppa, it make you fly quick.'
I'm smoking on mango im fried as a bitch
I feel like keef how I hit on that stick

Wock got me tired I sleep in my fit
Lazymax made this you know it's a hit
My young Turk he feinin to blitz
We don't fuck with old heads they hatin our shit

Ride through the city with Glocks and a switch
Gas got me hungry I eat like a bitch
We scam where you live, we scam we scam you on twitch
I rock with a Gunna but he's not a snitch
I'm eatin my main thing I do it with bliss
I fuck with my side thing, but we do not kiss
I'm huntin the Greeks so I'm makin a list
I hang with the Russ turn to Ukraine to a pit
I flame at the kranes so we make em die quick

Bad boy I got the juice
Sippin on drank my kidneys feel loose
In interrogation he sing like a flute
He talkin crazy we give him that boot
She real feisty Ima give her that food
Make him lord Vader he breathe through a tube
Spinnin through the ham and we make a few hoops

Gen 5 like Wilcox it's gonna shoot
Started to smoke again but I fuckin immune
Cannot become a fien cannot lay back and snooze
Won't go out like Ricky I'm gonna smoke this fuckin stizzy

Yuhs like Beno he likes em age 15 my Turk snatched your chain, and you didn't do shit