DJ Esco - Bring It Out lyrics
{Chorus – Future} I got a thing in the car, I'm boutta bring it out F-ck what you talking 'bout ni-ga, we gotta bang it out I keep my bi-ch in the house, I'm boutta bring her out I got whips on whips this year, I'm bout to bring 'em out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bang it out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bring it out I put the mat on the rarri, I'm boutta bring it out We don't talk back to no cops, we just air 'em out {Post-Chorus – Future} If you ain't spraying for the gang then we putting you out I got my jammers inside my shirt, don't make me bring one out I got that thing, exotic car, don't make me bring it out I put 'em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah {Verse 1 – O.T. Genesis} Whip that soda, ice like polar Double on motor on the motorola Got your main thing, took her to boa Took her to the crib, made her do yoga I got bi–hes I know that you ain't seen yet Got the 4488 you ain't see yet These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain I'm back and forth with my bi–hes like a tennis game I'm k**ing ni–as GYG, I put 'em in the hearse My bi-ch k**ing you hoes, you know she had it first I got 'em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast I could've got the wraith, but it can't fit my hoes I came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key I'll shoot it out with all these ni–as I don't give a f-ck I got a hundred ni–as with me, I don't give a f-ck {Chorus – Future} I got a thing in the car, I'm boutta bring it out F-ck what you talking 'bout ni-ga, we gotta bang it out I keep my bit-ch in the house, I'm boutta bring her out I got whips on whips this year, I'm bout to bring 'em out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bang it out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bring it out I put the mat on the rarri, I'm boutta bring it out We don't talk back to no cops, we just air 'em out {Verse 2 – O.T. Genesis} Big face rollie, still rock Air 15, leave a ni-ga hold up Got a lotta cash, still move fast Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash I'm addicted to the pace, I'm a trap ni-ga Why you talk behind my back you should act ni-ga Make the money come back like a lap ni-ga Treat you like you did good cause I clap ni–as I got shooters on deck and its real fun Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun Heard you got a bi-ch ni-ga, get a real one Couple days in a month I hit a million I done had too much to drink I done fell on her Had a threesome with my bi-ch, put Chanel on her I'm still married to the game, got my ring, yeah Long clip beat hit his bi-ch, we can bang out {Chorus – Future} I got a thing in the car, I'm boutta bring it out F-ck what you talking 'bout ni-ga, we gotta bang it out I keep my bi-ch in the house, I'm boutta bring her out I got whips on whips this year, I'm bout to bring 'em out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bang it out I'm boutta bang it out, I'm boutta bring it out I put the mat on the rarri, I'm boutta bring it out We don't talk back to no cops, we just air 'em out {Post-Chorus – Future} If you ain't spraying for the gang then we putting you out I got my jammers inside my shirt, don't make me bring one out I got that thing, exotic car, don't make me bring it out I put 'em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah