Dre Armany - Outro lyrics

[Intro: Dre Armany] BYLUG Almighty, we can't be touched One of a kind man They'll never be no n***as like us, man You better believe it [Verse 1: Dre Armany] Fell off bounced back, fell off bounced back Got cookie in my wood that I mixed with some wax Got 20 in my pocket like a long sleeve lac Yeah, I got it for the low if I don't know you I'll tax All white whips last year we did it all black Hit Saks, f** up the check I get it right back Then we back in VIP you can find me blowing thrax And them k**ers watchin' me, yeah you know they got my back n***a [Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni] Sit down with your 'this my first Rollie' a** Better never speak on my name with your phoney a** Askin' do we sell white and move his homie's bag You can have the cash and I'll insert your nosey a** b**h, we f** the streets up Got n***as f**in' up they ree up Runnin' off on they connect, tryna keep up You see us, I ain't just rapping n***a Pushin' spaceships through the slums laughin' n***a Used to ball [?] videos, that sh** stopped Now if we see it and want it n***a that sh** gettin' copped Your CD flopped, you at the pawn shoppers Thinkin' 'bout the Bally but that might catch him so hot [Verse 3: HBK Kidd] I got me a bad b**h and I got a side one She got her a bad b**h and she got a side one Click full of hoe n***as where you get your mind from [?] gon' see that money, who he got his ice from When I spit it, better feel it, from the realest Some n***as [?]ing and they spend it but I get it back No love for a freak b**h, I can't get attached 'Cause when a n***a need a light I couldn't get a match So, I'm sh**tin' on you n***as and b**hes n***as gossip like b**hes, most n***as is b**hes I'ma pull up on your boys, have you lookin' suspicious Like where he get his ice from and did he get it They lookin' for handouts, I'm whippin' bands out n***a get it in on your own and get up off your man couch I run sh** and they ran out, outta money We run sh** now they nose runnin', n***a [Verse 4: BMO Maine] A lotta n***as talk good but they don't do sh** They don't move sh**, they don't cruise whips Don't blow your pro's, f** around and can't get that brick Now these lame n***as got me on my old tip Kidnap your people, 50 bowls of diesel How you feed your people, Chewin' Crew we all eatin' Compare we not even, ten years we stay winnin' BYLUG, this our reach I'm rich off a state switchin' [Verse 5: Doughboy Scooch] Pull up in the Bronx if you got some bowls to sell Just like Dre CD, I'm all over with it That cookie smell so damn good, when you open it We came a long way from skippin' cla** and [?] White paint the money light blue on some frozen sh** [?] notice it You get what you negotiate, not what you supposed to get n***a you can't show me a verse or a OG zip I had a bar when I was a kid don't go to [?] I'm glad [?] re-opening Motherf**ers really think you broke because you sold some sh** But I know you seen my old dude, flexing like a broken wrist Bronx down BYLUG, they made 'cause I got plugs My people always on so I don't gotta buy d** Ridin' with your b**h dawg, I just got the mob up Glock in my console, you better call it don't pop up [Verse 6: Doughboy Roc] All that f** n***a sh** don't concern me How you the richest n***a and you drive a Journey How you a favourite trapper and you ain't even got it n***a I was on my month, they told me [?] I used to be f**ed up, I'm bout to be rich though You already rich n***a, but you a b**h though I tote pistols with ladders and sh** I hate to leave your brain all splattered and sh** You know how savages get My name Roc, I'm a bull I get respect, n***as love me I got pull I feel like f** n***as ain't no competin' I ain't stretchin', gettin' murdered I was too busy eatin' [Verse 7: Big Quis] When it comes to sh** talkin' I'm the motherf**in' coldest I took your b**h to the room she bust that p**y open You not a OG, you went to jail for s**er strokin' If you got a problem with it all, I'll bust ya head open I'm posted on the Mile, j**elry worth a 100 thou' I went to war for this chain boy, I know blang paow (booy) We shut the whole Instagram up I know this fake a** rappers can't stand us [Verse 8: Doughboy Clay] Real n***as Cross one in my team, guarentee chopper scream [?] and Dre, Bling we got sh** we can't speak on 'Cause that's the story untold Under pressure, I swear to God none of my n***as gon' fold Hit the club, in the club we the n***as that close Steady chasin' money cause it's Stack Season In Beast Mode just lookin' for a reason This our turn we ain't never leavin' Mob ties for real, will leave your family grievin' They ain't want us to be sh** that's just motivation [?] on white, back to back [?] haters [Verse 9: Doughboy Josh] First off f** them n***as and them [?] That's a piece of sh** you should be damn ashamed [?] another Lamb' All this ice on one goddamn chain All this white on one Steady talkin' down on n***as, steady stressin' frames Bullsh** about no buzz is you serious, cuz? n***a, [?] really, really serious, cuz? They ain't gon' play you on the radio, give a f** And we gotta be the villains cause we are winnin' And I never back down, with my chin up When I see you [?] chain tucked 40 on my neck, 20 on my wrist 80 on my whip and I ain't got sense BYLUG