I brought them out
Aye that reason why
I brought them out
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Better watch your step
These givenchy they cost a lot
Riding around in some fast
And it foreign
It came right off the lot
Ain never had no job
I got it off the block
Thousand dollar spent on shoes
I got on gucci socks
Serving all the bag of the gas
We got the hood locked
And you know the drip real crazy gone need a bigger mop
Bring smoke too a nigga door
We got to many glocks
Nigga want smoke
We can get at it yeah
Came a long way from sleeping on pallets yeah
Boy a hundred pound stuffed in a mattress yea
And in real life we dont do no Capping off nawl
These niggas they bitches
These niggas they envy
The word from the wise
We the hottest in the city
You better get with it
Popping these percs sipping this Lean f*cking up my kidneys
Don't step too close
I ain't friendly
And I keep me a tool
Like a dentist
Better call a janitor
Cause the kid be drippin
Whole team winning ball
Like the grizzly clip extended
Yeah yeah
Poppin these percs in my feelings
On the yacht skinny dipping
Foreign whip don't got no ceiling
Better watch your step
These givenchy they cost a lot
Riding around in some fast
And it foreign
It came right off the lot
Ain never had no job
I got it off the block
Thousand dollar spent on shoes
I got on gucci socks
Serving all the bag of the gas
We got the hood locked
And you know the drip real crazy gone need a bigger mop
Bring smoke too a nigga door
We got to many glocks
If you cool with the opp
Then you a opp
Ill spend all y'all blocks
Yeah I'll spend all y'all blocks
Oh yeah
Yeah, hey this a true story
If that's your mans you have his back
You never fold under pressure
I stay down for rainy days
Then shit had got better yeah these givenchy don't step on
Not to mention im slept on and these percs got me feeling nasty
You ever cross the gang the wrong way
It's gone get tragic and drastic
That f&n not metal
Boy is plastic
They'll put him in the plastic, they wrapped him up
Just like the end of ball practice, we'll clap him up
Oh yeah, he'll get struck like a lighter
Fight for his life like a fighter
Straight off the dome
Ain't no writer
No twitter beef ain't no typer
I catch him broad day with the scope
In the hood we sold dope
They sold hope
Who won't smoke yeah
Better watch your step
These givenchy they cost a lot
Riding around in some fast
And it foreign
It came right off the lot
Ain never had no job
I got it off the block
Thousand dollar spent on shoes
I got on gucci socks
Serving all the bag of the gas
We got the hood locked
And you know the drip real crazy gone need a bigger mop
Bring smoke too a nigga door
We got to many glocks
Dreek2Cool - Brought them out (feat. Dra Da Menace & 100k Tremi) Lyrics
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I brought them out
Aye that reason why
I brought them out
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Better watch your step
These givenchy they cost a lot
Riding around in some fast
And it foreign
It came right off the lot
Ain never had no job
I got it off the block
Thousand dollar spent on shoes
I got on gucci socks
Serving all the bag of the gas
We got the hood locked
And you know the drip real crazy gone need a bigger mop
Bring smoke too a nigga door
We got to many glocks
Nigga want smoke
We can get at it yeah
Came a long way from sleeping on pallets yeah
Boy a hundred pound stuffed in a mattress yea
And in real life we dont do no Capping off nawl
These niggas they bitches
These niggas they envy
The word from the wise
We the hottest in the city
You better get with it
Popping these percs sipping this Lean f*cking up my kidneys
Don't step too close
I ain't friendly
And I keep me a tool
Like a dentist
Better call a janitor
Cause the kid be drippin
Whole team winning ball
Like the grizzly clip extended
Yeah yeah
Poppin these percs in my feelings
On the yacht skinny dipping
Foreign whip don't got no ceiling
Better watch your step
These givenchy they cost a lot
Riding around in some fast
And it foreign
It came right off the lot
Ain never had no job
I got it off the block
Thousand dollar spent on shoes
I got on gucci socks
Serving all the bag of the gas
We got the hood locked
And you know the drip real crazy gone need a bigger mop
Bring smoke too a nigga door
We got to many glocks
If you cool with the opp
Then you a opp
Ill spend all y'all blocks
Yeah I'll spend all y'all blocks
Oh yeah
Yeah, hey this a true story
If that's your mans you have his back
You never fold under pressure
I stay down for rainy days
Then shit had got better yeah these givenchy don't step on
Not to mention im slept on and these percs got me feeling nasty
You ever cross the gang the wrong way
It's gone get tragic and drastic
That f&n not metal
Boy is plastic
They'll put him in the plastic, they wrapped him up
Just like the end of ball practice, we'll clap him up
Oh yeah, he'll get struck like a lighter
Fight for his life like a fighter
Straight off the dome
Ain't no writer
No twitter beef ain't no typer
I catch him broad day with the scope
In the hood we sold dope
They sold hope
Who won't smoke yeah
Better watch your step
These givenchy they cost a lot
Riding around in some fast
And it foreign
It came right off the lot
Ain never had no job
I got it off the block
Thousand dollar spent on shoes
I got on gucci socks
Serving all the bag of the gas
We got the hood locked
And you know the drip real crazy gone need a bigger mop
Bring smoke too a nigga door
We got to many glocks
Aye that reason why
I brought them out
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Better watch your step
These givenchy they cost a lot
Riding around in some fast
And it foreign
It came right off the lot
Ain never had no job
I got it off the block
Thousand dollar spent on shoes
I got on gucci socks
Serving all the bag of the gas
We got the hood locked
And you know the drip real crazy gone need a bigger mop
Bring smoke too a nigga door
We got to many glocks
Nigga want smoke
We can get at it yeah
Came a long way from sleeping on pallets yeah
Boy a hundred pound stuffed in a mattress yea
And in real life we dont do no Capping off nawl
These niggas they bitches
These niggas they envy
The word from the wise
We the hottest in the city
You better get with it
Popping these percs sipping this Lean f*cking up my kidneys
Don't step too close
I ain't friendly
And I keep me a tool
Like a dentist
Better call a janitor
Cause the kid be drippin
Whole team winning ball
Like the grizzly clip extended
Yeah yeah
Poppin these percs in my feelings
On the yacht skinny dipping
Foreign whip don't got no ceiling
Better watch your step
These givenchy they cost a lot
Riding around in some fast
And it foreign
It came right off the lot
Ain never had no job
I got it off the block
Thousand dollar spent on shoes
I got on gucci socks
Serving all the bag of the gas
We got the hood locked
And you know the drip real crazy gone need a bigger mop
Bring smoke too a nigga door
We got to many glocks
If you cool with the opp
Then you a opp
Ill spend all y'all blocks
Yeah I'll spend all y'all blocks
Oh yeah
Yeah, hey this a true story
If that's your mans you have his back
You never fold under pressure
I stay down for rainy days
Then shit had got better yeah these givenchy don't step on
Not to mention im slept on and these percs got me feeling nasty
You ever cross the gang the wrong way
It's gone get tragic and drastic
That f&n not metal
Boy is plastic
They'll put him in the plastic, they wrapped him up
Just like the end of ball practice, we'll clap him up
Oh yeah, he'll get struck like a lighter
Fight for his life like a fighter
Straight off the dome
Ain't no writer
No twitter beef ain't no typer
I catch him broad day with the scope
In the hood we sold dope
They sold hope
Who won't smoke yeah
Better watch your step
These givenchy they cost a lot
Riding around in some fast
And it foreign
It came right off the lot
Ain never had no job
I got it off the block
Thousand dollar spent on shoes
I got on gucci socks
Serving all the bag of the gas
We got the hood locked
And you know the drip real crazy gone need a bigger mop
Bring smoke too a nigga door
We got to many glocks
Writer: Rodriquez Strickland
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid