CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Out West
No Ceilings 3, that's right
Featuring Young Thug, let's go
(Thu-thu-thu, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy)
Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (Oh, ayy)
I hit for a brick when I spin it on Melrose (Ohh, ayy)
I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (Oh, ayy)
I might shoot your casket, shoot the funeral, shoot the pastor (Buh)
I'm boutta shoot the set, and shoot the movie, and shoot the actor (Pew)
I'm boutta feel like the cameraman, n***a, 'cause I'm gonna shoot with a Canon (Yeah)
I got the Uzi with the banana clip, you get the fruit like you Adam, yeah
I let it ring like Saturn, yeah, I'm talkin' rat-tat-tatta, yeah
I'm talkin' grrt, rat-tat-tat-tat-tatta, sound like Spanish, yeah
I do the MC Hammer, after they bury them, they gеt the hammer and nails
Hair trigger, squeezе, blatt, send 'em to Heaven quick as a bat outta Hell
Yeah, if I had a 'zooka I'd blow this whole sh*t up
Nina take his soul away 'cause she a soul sister
One over your head, one under your nose, n***a
If you're comin' back to life, then pull up in a Ghost, n***a
Uh, I got the Devil in me (Yeah), I got the reverend with me (Amen)
I got your halo, I got your wings, I got your feathers with me (Yeah)
Rose petals with me (Yeah), I got the shovel with me (Yeah)
And you in the desert with me (Huh), drugs, I got several in me (Yeah)
Now dig your grave all by yourself (Yeah)
I got heads on top of my shelf (Yeah), b*t*h, I got a graveyard under my belt (Under my belt, b*t*h)
I want you six feet under that Earth (b*t*h), I put your picture on front of that shirt (b*t*h)
I let my b*t*h sleep in one of them shirts, and she let me p*ss and c*m on that shirt (b*t*h)
Chop his head off (Yeah), stop by his mama's and drop his head off (Yeah, yeah)
I'm with Satan, he got on a shirt that say, "I'm with Adolf" (Yeah, yeah)
I got the Devil ridin' shotgun, Hot Boy and the cold killer
Take a picture, say, "Cheese," decompose, n***a
Featuring Young Thug, let's go
(Thu-thu-thu, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy)
Pull up on your block, old school Chevy four doors (Oh, ayy)
I hit for a brick when I spin it on Melrose (Ohh, ayy)
I was tryna kill ya, no brainer, scarecrow (Oh, ayy)
I might shoot your casket, shoot the funeral, shoot the pastor (Buh)
I'm boutta shoot the set, and shoot the movie, and shoot the actor (Pew)
I'm boutta feel like the cameraman, n***a, 'cause I'm gonna shoot with a Canon (Yeah)
I got the Uzi with the banana clip, you get the fruit like you Adam, yeah
I let it ring like Saturn, yeah, I'm talkin' rat-tat-tatta, yeah
I'm talkin' grrt, rat-tat-tat-tat-tatta, sound like Spanish, yeah
I do the MC Hammer, after they bury them, they gеt the hammer and nails
Hair trigger, squeezе, blatt, send 'em to Heaven quick as a bat outta Hell
Yeah, if I had a 'zooka I'd blow this whole sh*t up
Nina take his soul away 'cause she a soul sister
One over your head, one under your nose, n***a
If you're comin' back to life, then pull up in a Ghost, n***a
Uh, I got the Devil in me (Yeah), I got the reverend with me (Amen)
I got your halo, I got your wings, I got your feathers with me (Yeah)
Rose petals with me (Yeah), I got the shovel with me (Yeah)
And you in the desert with me (Huh), drugs, I got several in me (Yeah)
Now dig your grave all by yourself (Yeah)
I got heads on top of my shelf (Yeah), b*t*h, I got a graveyard under my belt (Under my belt, b*t*h)
I want you six feet under that Earth (b*t*h), I put your picture on front of that shirt (b*t*h)
I let my b*t*h sleep in one of them shirts, and she let me p*ss and c*m on that shirt (b*t*h)
Chop his head off (Yeah), stop by his mama's and drop his head off (Yeah, yeah)
I'm with Satan, he got on a shirt that say, "I'm with Adolf" (Yeah, yeah)
I got the Devil ridin' shotgun, Hot Boy and the cold killer
Take a picture, say, "Cheese," decompose, n***a
