Chris Romero - Outie Like Saudi lyrics

(Chorus) Aye, tell yo b**h to get up in the whip and now we outie aye Gave me tip and that sh** was just bomb like it was Saudi uh Hit a lick and roll another one like it was loudy aye Bump my sh** up in your crib, you know that we about it aye (Verse 1) Roll another one uh Know that sh**'s gone where we come from uh Blown from the trick's Mom, got a loaded pump Oh sh** now all of my kids gone, oh f** All on her tits dogs, oh man b**h gon' flip out on me But we gon' dig out on her 'fore she finds out Homies saying I did a good job, oh yea But we gon' keep it lowkey Blowing OG in the '04 ford With the 4 doors up man we keep it so dope Everybody knows me like King Tu GOAT Just dropped 3 songs everybody want more Lived up in the streets just tryna sell hope Y'all tryna sell dope nah f** that sh** Y'all set us back like nah f** that b**h I'm the comeback kid You don't know where I stay You don't know where I've been You don't know how to bang You ain't heard bout the kid? f**'s wrong with your brain dang Aye been chasing paper since the 5th grade If the sh** bang then let it play aye aye What's wrong with the mixtape? Just wait till that sh**'s f**ing grade A (Chorus) Tell yo b**h to get up in the whip and now we outie aye Gave me tip and that sh** was just bomb like it was Saudi uh Hit a lick and roll another one like it was loudy aye Bump my sh** up in your crib, you know that we about it aye (Verse 2) Finna put it on for my hometown Ready to go now Oh wow, flow is so cal Oh god I now found my own sound Got these b**hes going so wild Oh my goodness look at how I got it I've been going auto pilot, way I've been shinin Make a bili then I'm buying all these f**ing islands f** it I'ma cop it, I've been dreaming about these diamonds I've been running short on time I've been going columbine k**ing rappers one at a time I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't mind getting head from a dime or my ex, hol' up sike f** that b**h I'd rather die, then be her next aye (Chorus) Tell yo b**h to get up in the whip and now we outie aye Gave me tip and that sh** was just bomb like it was Saudi uh Hit a lick and roll another one like it was loudy aye Bump my sh** up in your crib, you know that we about it aye (Verse 3) Once I got it I ain't ever pa**ing it b**hes on their knees like Kaepernick Hol' up wait a minute I ain't mad at them I pack the pen, you acting up I'm back again, with a bag of some huhh I ain't pa**ing this I body tracks leave em disastrous, like Nazareth I mastered this uh Chasing dollar bills, ye tell me how it feels They popping pills, ye xans and percs Ye what's the perk if you live with your mama still Chasing dollar bills, ye tell me how it feels to be the man You'll never land like Peter Pan I feed the fam like hundred mills