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Outy When I Drive / Blamed (Feat. Rich the Kid, Yella Beezy and Sage the Gemini)
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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeOuty When I Drive / Blamed (Feat. Rich the Kid, Yella Beezy and Sage the Gemini)
CashMoneyAPEverything foreign, nigga[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]OohBougie, shit tell 'em back back (Back back)Runnin' around with the rat pack (Huh)That ass too fat, tell her back back (What)Ain't doing no talkin, the choppa got kick back (Blat)Ooh, oohShe won't be my boo (My boo)I was broke, now I got bitches in my coupe (Huh)Me and Breezy, 50 hoes, by the group (By the group)That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh (Ain't told the truth)I get her goneFuck her once, she won't pick up the phone (What?)I send her home (Home)Give me the dome, give me the dome[Chorus: Chris Brown]High-y, high-y, highI'ma fly, I'ma flatlineOuty when I driveBring me up, bitch, on both sidesBroke niggas always minus, wearin' designerSee me, I beat it out the line and it'll fuck ya spine upHigh-y, high-y, highYeah, baby, flatlineOuty when I drive, flatlineHigh-y, high-y, highYeah, baby, flatlineOuty when I driveBitch, on both sides[Verse 2: Chris Brown]When I do the dash, bitch, I swear that they mouth wideHunnids, countin' cash in a pair of them off-whitesYou need to bring your ass over hereIf your nigga wanna fight, bitch, come outsideI'm off this Hennessy, too many shotsDon't give a fuckAin't no excuses for bein' belligerent, just give me the bottleStop thinkin' about it, 'til I'm on the floorSwitchin' lanes, caught in the paint, off the backboardAin't no way I'ma change, pussy got me goin'[Chorus: Chris Brown]High-y, high-y, highI'ma fly, I'ma flatlineOuty when I driveBring me up, bitch, on both sidesBroke niggas always minus, wearin' designerSee me, I beat it out the line and it'll fuck ya spine upHigh-y, high-y, highYeah, baby, flatlineOuty when I drive, flatlineHigh-y, high-y, highYeah, baby, flatlineOuty when I driveBitch, on both sides[Verse 3: Yella Beezy]I say vroom, vroom808s gon' make your body shakeLook bitch boom, boomAnd when I get youI'll knock that pussy to the moon, moonIf he trippin', grab that SmithAnd I'ma knock his brain looseDo what you doThese hatin' niggas got it badNigga talkin' tough into my lil' condo, and shot his assAnd if you mention me, then you gon' end up in a body bagLil' mama, I ain't tryna fuck you, you ain't got a lot of assI need a lot of that, yeah-yeah[Chorus: Chris Brown]High-y, high-y, highI'ma fly, I'ma flatlineOuty when I driveBring me up, bitch, on both sidesBroke niggas always minus, wearin' designerSee me, I beat it out the line and it'll fuck ya spine upHigh-y, high-y, highYeah, baby, flatlineOuty when I drive, flatlineHigh-y, high-y, highYeah, baby, flatlineOuty when I driveBitch, on both sidesPart II: Blamed[Interlude]Your call cannot be completed as dialedPlease check the number and dial againOr dial 6-1-1[Intro: Chris Brown]Don't play me to the left, no'Fore I pull up with that thing on meI'm shootin', aimin' for the neckAnd ain't nobody finna bang on me[Verse 1: Sage the Gemini]Ayy, I just check my bank account, I'm goin' dumb as fuckI point her in the right direction, tell her, "Run it up"I put her in the Louis line, nigga, one-to-onesBut we don't fightI take this. 40 off my waist just like a tummy tuckI don't speak much unless it's money, soIf they don't know me personal, then I don't take it personalThey love you when you wins high, let you know (Let you know)But when your wins low, they treat you like a UrkelI learn that family don't always matter (Yeah, whoa)I send these shots around your dome, now you silent (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)Ayy, I'm just tryna buy me a big place (Big place)I'm just tryna buy me a lawyer, help me beat the caseI'm just tryna fuck you, let you lead the way (The way)And if we can't make it to the bed, do it on the way[Chorus: Chris Brown]Don't play me to the left, no'Fore I pull up with that thing on meI'm shootin', aimin' for the neck, ohAnd ain't nobody finna bang on meI got your bitch, she coming over (Woo!)She gon' bring her friend too (Woo!)They gon' pop and bend it over (Woo!)Like that pussy brand newGet her an Uber when it's overFuck that, just hop up in the coupeWhat you gon' do?'Cause you can't really put the blame on us[Verse 2: Chris Brown]If there's a problem, I'ma pop up, I'ma shoot out the roofYou need to stop it 'fore I make your mama really miss youAin't throwin' spirals, really big bullets and a couple missilesI hit your bitch up that Friday and I told her to chooseShe told me, "Yeah, we on for the nightcap"I know your nigga won't like thatGet his cap killed in his life jack'That's why I don't take a day offHustle like every day is the PlayoffsDamn right, we fuckin' winnin'Don't like me, fuck your feelings (Feelings)Money up to the ceilin' (Ceilin')Smoke weed, I'm up there with it (There with it)Like murder, make a killin'See murder for no limitWhite people in my businessBlack women give me kissesWith all these snitches, it ain't safe no more (No more)Niggas sayin' names and they showin' up to court (Court)I'ma take a shot, have one NewportBefore I light this bitch up and shoot it off the backboardYou got me fucked up[Chorus: Chris Brown]Don't play me to the left, no'Fore I pull up with that thing on meI'm shootin', aimin' for the neck, ohAnd ain't nobody finna bang on meI got your bitch, she coming over (Woo!)She gon' bring her friend too (Woo!)They gon' pop and bend it over (Woo!)Like that pussy brand newGet her an Uber when it's overFuck that, just hop up in the coupeWhat you gon' do?'Cause you can't really put the blame on us[Verse 3: Rich The Kid](Ooh, huh, huh, huh)I might slide in it (Slide in it)I like bad bitches (Bad)Bentley 350s (Skrrt)I got three with me (Ooh)It's a blame game (Blame game)Let my chains swang (Swang)I don't know her name (What?)All these hoes the same (Yeah)She want Chanel on her (Chanel)Birkin bags, she was rackin' sale on 'em (Ooh)I got the nail on herFuckin' friends and she think I'ma tell her (Ooh)In my coupe, I got twoNiggas mad I got the juiceI'ma smash on your boo (Smash)I got cash on me tooShe won't play me to the leftI'm a rich nigga to death (Death)She gon' pull up with the neckBoss up for a check (Check)Know he want herShe got red bottoms on her (On her)If I fuck her two times, she a goner (Huh)[Chorus: Chris Brown]Don't play me to the left, no'Fore I pull up with that thing on meI'm shootin', aimin' for the neck, ohAnd ain't nobody finna bang on meI got your bitch, she coming overShe gon' bring her friend tooThey gon' pop and bend it overLike that pussy brand newGet her an Uber when it's overFuck that, just hop up in the coupeWhat you gon' do?'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
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