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Out Here
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Hp Boyz
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We ain't gotta do too much No, we ain't gotta do too much, we out here Pulling?up,?it's all eyes?on us But we ain't really do?too much, we out here We ain't gotta do too much No,?we?ain't?gotta do too?much, we out?here Pulling up, it's all eyes on us But we ain't really do too much, we out here Ayy, I got certified hitters on my left (Too many) They be ready if I give them one breath (Ayy) And I got killers talking business on my right (Yeah, yeah), right End him on sight (Eetswa) I'm just in the back tryna catch that Louchie (Where they at) My crew stack 'cause we end up with crudy (No way) I'm still Melbourne, I'm still Gucci Gordy got a dookie like the one from the movies Wait until I start booting (Bah, bah) C**ts in the head 'til they start hearing music Tell me who's bad (Who), tell me who's boujee (Nah) Tell 'em that's me, only one with the acoustic I'm just cruising opp block (Ayy) Who you doing dirty? Cuzzy, you a flop (Yeah, yeah) Ask YJ if they know about Qwop And I'm still out here on the road like ROPS, pu**y We ain't gotta do too much No, we ain't gotta do too much, we out here Pulling up, it's all eyes on us But we ain't really do too much, we out here We ain't gotta do too much No, we ain't gotta do too much, we out here Pulling up, it's all eyes on us But we ain't really do too much, we out here I got Hoolen counting fifties in different cities And a foreign when it's foreign and we getting tipsy Got gears (Who) sorting out beers (F**king oath) Flipping that profit, chopping up blipe If you want to chop tree, catch V in the T He's begging that P, 20 flat every week That's (Bah, bah) hard work labour from medicine flavours Yeah, to see the paper, then ask for favours (Huh) And I reminisce (Ayy) when I had none of this (Had nothing) Nothing but counterfit Now we living in designer, all the fat steaks at the diner (Ran with) Name a crew who's finer Name a crew who's finer Better than ever, you know my G's make fire (Gang sh*t) Clubs want to hire, four deep in the Hilux Pull up to the block, yeah, we got it on lock Any opp get bopped (F**king oath) Fresh up on the scene and we're coming in clean And if they want to bar up, then we bring in the machine (All day) I can tell you how it goes, I do anything for bros Clock it back loaded, hey, do you want to do both? And I be on the road ever since early And if you didn't know, I'm poppin' it like sherly (Pop that) Gripping that steel if they try to do me dirty (Nah, nah) Kick you in the face in case they try to turn us Go off, you go up and down My day no turning 'round We no want that money now They were second guessing when they love me now They wanna know They wanna know They wanna know about it Keeping it a hundred, don't know how to fall back This is how you do it, I say on my, on my on my, on my Oh, no Young Thug ting but I'm bad, bad, bad Here we got them talking, all they mad, mad, mad But I just wanna know, wanna know what you know about it We ain't gotta do too much No, we ain't gotta do too much, we out here Pulling up, it's all eyes on us But we ain't really do too much, we out here We ain't gotta do too much No, we ain't gotta do too much, we out here Pulling up, it's all eyes on us But we ain't really do too much, we out here
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