6 girlfriends and we all goin out Don't pull up first and get papped out (Pap out) [Verse 2: Kamaiyah] They smile in my face is what I don't like Your shit make believe, rapping 'bout my own life I'm slaughter gang savage pussy boy I keep extendo And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer And you know I'm balling did you miss the memo? I'm out the window, I'm balling did you miss the memo? Okay, I'm good
Hangin' out our windows Any time you meet a payment. (Woo!) They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life Hangin' out our windows (Grrah) Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) Hangin' out our windows (Woo) / (Coughing) / Okay, I'm good / Yeah / I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on Upgrade Lyrics: Yessir / Three / Ha, I love this shit / So let me talk my shit, nah mean?
And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge I'm a monster, every day is Halloween I'm not even driving, I hang out the window (Blat) I'm boujee I act like a rich ho (Boujee) Done bought about three or four benzos (Skat) Fuck that bitch, make her scream like crescendo Splash on the bih like I'm snorkelin' (Splash) But I'm a champion, where's the fucking Rocky theme? Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
If you don’t fuck with us, then you really are against us Gas, break, dip, fuckin' up the strip (Woo)
My pen's better, you don't write, trendsetter, you clone-like. Hangin' out our windows
High class, I'm just surrounded by these lowlifes If she on Instagram and I'm in your city you know I know her I'm on one, I'm never sober A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite I promise, I done sold purple, I done sold white Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest Hit em hard Whip it up like Tocaya (Whip it) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit
The power's in my hair nigga, (Woo!) [Intro]
Out in Frisco, they stay with the pistol Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes: trifecta [Chorus: Kamaiyah & Quavo] For Promotional Use Only// Instagram: @icewatermookie Twitter: @asvpmookie And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like 50 thousand dollars if a nigga wanna book me aye Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands. Cause my niggas still selling dope like they ain't on their third strikes Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me.
Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) .223 with silencers you pussy boys playing aye They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer Going hard the whole night cause I ain't going back to my old life Camping out in that corridor, fuck you waiting on Jordans for? Lyrics to 'Good Times' by Tv Theme: Good Times. Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fucking a lame, turn one ho to a train A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed They think they selling white, Helly Hanson, Kelly Clarkson Hangin' out our windows (Yeah) Smoke you like some endo, aye Hangin' out our windows
6 girlfriends and we all goin out Don't pull up first and get papped out (Pap out) [Verse 2: Kamaiyah] They smile in my face is what I don't like Your shit make believe, rapping 'bout my own life I'm slaughter gang savage pussy boy I keep extendo And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer And you know I'm balling did you miss the memo? I'm out the window, I'm balling did you miss the memo? Okay, I'm good
Hangin' out our windows Any time you meet a payment. (Woo!) They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life Hangin' out our windows (Grrah) Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) Hangin' out our windows (Woo) / (Coughing) / Okay, I'm good / Yeah / I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on Upgrade Lyrics: Yessir / Three / Ha, I love this shit / So let me talk my shit, nah mean?
And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge I'm a monster, every day is Halloween I'm not even driving, I hang out the window (Blat) I'm boujee I act like a rich ho (Boujee) Done bought about three or four benzos (Skat) Fuck that bitch, make her scream like crescendo Splash on the bih like I'm snorkelin' (Splash) But I'm a champion, where's the fucking Rocky theme? Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
If you don’t fuck with us, then you really are against us Gas, break, dip, fuckin' up the strip (Woo)
My pen's better, you don't write, trendsetter, you clone-like. Hangin' out our windows
High class, I'm just surrounded by these lowlifes If she on Instagram and I'm in your city you know I know her I'm on one, I'm never sober A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite I promise, I done sold purple, I done sold white Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest Hit em hard Whip it up like Tocaya (Whip it) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit
The power's in my hair nigga, (Woo!) [Intro]
Out in Frisco, they stay with the pistol Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes: trifecta [Chorus: Kamaiyah & Quavo] For Promotional Use Only// Instagram: @icewatermookie Twitter: @asvpmookie And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like 50 thousand dollars if a nigga wanna book me aye Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands. Cause my niggas still selling dope like they ain't on their third strikes Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me.
Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) .223 with silencers you pussy boys playing aye They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer Going hard the whole night cause I ain't going back to my old life Camping out in that corridor, fuck you waiting on Jordans for? Lyrics to 'Good Times' by Tv Theme: Good Times. Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fucking a lame, turn one ho to a train A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed They think they selling white, Helly Hanson, Kelly Clarkson Hangin' out our windows (Yeah) Smoke you like some endo, aye Hangin' out our windows
6 girlfriends and we all goin out Don't pull up first and get papped out (Pap out) [Verse 2: Kamaiyah] They smile in my face is what I don't like Your shit make believe, rapping 'bout my own life I'm slaughter gang savage pussy boy I keep extendo And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer And you know I'm balling did you miss the memo? I'm out the window, I'm balling did you miss the memo? Okay, I'm good
Hangin' out our windows Any time you meet a payment. (Woo!) They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life Hangin' out our windows (Grrah) Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) Hangin' out our windows (Woo) / (Coughing) / Okay, I'm good / Yeah / I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on Upgrade Lyrics: Yessir / Three / Ha, I love this shit / So let me talk my shit, nah mean?
And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge I'm a monster, every day is Halloween I'm not even driving, I hang out the window (Blat) I'm boujee I act like a rich ho (Boujee) Done bought about three or four benzos (Skat) Fuck that bitch, make her scream like crescendo Splash on the bih like I'm snorkelin' (Splash) But I'm a champion, where's the fucking Rocky theme? Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
If you don’t fuck with us, then you really are against us Gas, break, dip, fuckin' up the strip (Woo)
My pen's better, you don't write, trendsetter, you clone-like. Hangin' out our windows
High class, I'm just surrounded by these lowlifes If she on Instagram and I'm in your city you know I know her I'm on one, I'm never sober A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite I promise, I done sold purple, I done sold white Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest Hit em hard Whip it up like Tocaya (Whip it) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit
The power's in my hair nigga, (Woo!) [Intro]
Out in Frisco, they stay with the pistol Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes: trifecta [Chorus: Kamaiyah & Quavo] For Promotional Use Only// Instagram: @icewatermookie Twitter: @asvpmookie And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like 50 thousand dollars if a nigga wanna book me aye Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands. Cause my niggas still selling dope like they ain't on their third strikes Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me.
Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) .223 with silencers you pussy boys playing aye They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer Going hard the whole night cause I ain't going back to my old life Camping out in that corridor, fuck you waiting on Jordans for? Lyrics to 'Good Times' by Tv Theme: Good Times. Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fucking a lame, turn one ho to a train A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed They think they selling white, Helly Hanson, Kelly Clarkson Hangin' out our windows (Yeah) Smoke you like some endo, aye Hangin' out our windows
6 girlfriends and we all goin out Don't pull up first and get papped out (Pap out) [Verse 2: Kamaiyah] They smile in my face is what I don't like Your shit make believe, rapping 'bout my own life I'm slaughter gang savage pussy boy I keep extendo And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer And you know I'm balling did you miss the memo? I'm out the window, I'm balling did you miss the memo? Okay, I'm good
Hangin' out our windows Any time you meet a payment. (Woo!) They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life Hangin' out our windows (Grrah) Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) Hangin' out our windows (Woo) / (Coughing) / Okay, I'm good / Yeah / I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on Upgrade Lyrics: Yessir / Three / Ha, I love this shit / So let me talk my shit, nah mean?
And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge I'm a monster, every day is Halloween I'm not even driving, I hang out the window (Blat) I'm boujee I act like a rich ho (Boujee) Done bought about three or four benzos (Skat) Fuck that bitch, make her scream like crescendo Splash on the bih like I'm snorkelin' (Splash) But I'm a champion, where's the fucking Rocky theme? Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
If you don’t fuck with us, then you really are against us Gas, break, dip, fuckin' up the strip (Woo)
My pen's better, you don't write, trendsetter, you clone-like. Hangin' out our windows
High class, I'm just surrounded by these lowlifes If she on Instagram and I'm in your city you know I know her I'm on one, I'm never sober A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite I promise, I done sold purple, I done sold white Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest Hit em hard Whip it up like Tocaya (Whip it) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit
The power's in my hair nigga, (Woo!) [Intro]
Out in Frisco, they stay with the pistol Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes: trifecta [Chorus: Kamaiyah & Quavo] For Promotional Use Only// Instagram: @icewatermookie Twitter: @asvpmookie And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like 50 thousand dollars if a nigga wanna book me aye Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands. Cause my niggas still selling dope like they ain't on their third strikes Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me.
Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) .223 with silencers you pussy boys playing aye They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer Going hard the whole night cause I ain't going back to my old life Camping out in that corridor, fuck you waiting on Jordans for? Lyrics to 'Good Times' by Tv Theme: Good Times. Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fucking a lame, turn one ho to a train A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed They think they selling white, Helly Hanson, Kelly Clarkson Hangin' out our windows (Yeah) Smoke you like some endo, aye Hangin' out our windows
6 girlfriends and we all goin out Don't pull up first and get papped out (Pap out) [Verse 2: Kamaiyah] They smile in my face is what I don't like Your shit make believe, rapping 'bout my own life I'm slaughter gang savage pussy boy I keep extendo And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer And you know I'm balling did you miss the memo? I'm out the window, I'm balling did you miss the memo? Okay, I'm good
Hangin' out our windows Any time you meet a payment. (Woo!) They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life Hangin' out our windows (Grrah) Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) Hangin' out our windows (Woo) / (Coughing) / Okay, I'm good / Yeah / I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on Upgrade Lyrics: Yessir / Three / Ha, I love this shit / So let me talk my shit, nah mean?
And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge I'm a monster, every day is Halloween I'm not even driving, I hang out the window (Blat) I'm boujee I act like a rich ho (Boujee) Done bought about three or four benzos (Skat) Fuck that bitch, make her scream like crescendo Splash on the bih like I'm snorkelin' (Splash) But I'm a champion, where's the fucking Rocky theme? Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
If you don’t fuck with us, then you really are against us Gas, break, dip, fuckin' up the strip (Woo)
My pen's better, you don't write, trendsetter, you clone-like. Hangin' out our windows
High class, I'm just surrounded by these lowlifes If she on Instagram and I'm in your city you know I know her I'm on one, I'm never sober A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite I promise, I done sold purple, I done sold white Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest Hit em hard Whip it up like Tocaya (Whip it) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit
The power's in my hair nigga, (Woo!) [Intro]
Out in Frisco, they stay with the pistol Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes: trifecta [Chorus: Kamaiyah & Quavo] For Promotional Use Only// Instagram: @icewatermookie Twitter: @asvpmookie And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like 50 thousand dollars if a nigga wanna book me aye Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands. Cause my niggas still selling dope like they ain't on their third strikes Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me.
Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) .223 with silencers you pussy boys playing aye They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer Going hard the whole night cause I ain't going back to my old life Camping out in that corridor, fuck you waiting on Jordans for? Lyrics to 'Good Times' by Tv Theme: Good Times. Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fucking a lame, turn one ho to a train A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed They think they selling white, Helly Hanson, Kelly Clarkson Hangin' out our windows (Yeah) Smoke you like some endo, aye Hangin' out our windows
And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas Hangin' out our windows (Woo) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) Bitch I'm high off life, got me feeling right
The media crucify me like they did Christ (Ha, ha, ha) Three Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like I'm so motherfucking high, I can eat a star Her tongue massaging my abs, I keep tapping her like "lower, lower" Hangin' out our windows (woo) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (hey) Hangin' out all windows (hey) Hangin' out all windows (grrah) Gas, break, dip (gas), fuckin' Duel of the Jester and the Tyrant Bitch I keep Extendo, pitch I keep Extendo Its slaughter gang bitch and this shit is not pretendo [Verse 3: Tyga] I don't really want to, but these niggas makin' me Jus' shake it, you can break it, you can hang it on the wall.. it out the window, catch it 'fore it falls You can break it, you can hang it on the wall...it out the window, catch it 'fore it... My jelly, my roll, sweet mama, don't let it fall I ain't got nobody here but me and myself I, … He mentions this in a video interview for Nick Robinson’s YouTube channel. Ha, bitch, I'm the shit (Yeah) Yo Bitch hot as a hockey puck, sporty phones in them boxers bruh If you enjoy great vibes, subscribe! Lyrics to 'Memo' by Sir Michael Rocks. Blaow, blang, my niggas holding that pain, I just hope you been praying Hangin' out our windows (Quavo) They cannot see me, they are like Stevie She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater Cop the cheetah, you cops the meanest Bitch, I got it out the nest (Got it out the) The whistles go "woo" Clap hands Clap hands. This track also appears as “Interlude” (track 4) on Nicki Minaj’s Playtime is Over mixtape. Understand: I am Michael Jordan balling, yes
6 girlfriends and we all goin out Don't pull up first and get papped out (Pap out) [Verse 2: Kamaiyah] They smile in my face is what I don't like Your shit make believe, rapping 'bout my own life I'm slaughter gang savage pussy boy I keep extendo And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer And you know I'm balling did you miss the memo? I'm out the window, I'm balling did you miss the memo? Okay, I'm good
Hangin' out our windows Any time you meet a payment. (Woo!) They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life Hangin' out our windows (Grrah) Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) Hangin' out our windows (Woo) / (Coughing) / Okay, I'm good / Yeah / I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on Upgrade Lyrics: Yessir / Three / Ha, I love this shit / So let me talk my shit, nah mean?
And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge I'm a monster, every day is Halloween I'm not even driving, I hang out the window (Blat) I'm boujee I act like a rich ho (Boujee) Done bought about three or four benzos (Skat) Fuck that bitch, make her scream like crescendo Splash on the bih like I'm snorkelin' (Splash) But I'm a champion, where's the fucking Rocky theme? Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
If you don’t fuck with us, then you really are against us Gas, break, dip, fuckin' up the strip (Woo)
My pen's better, you don't write, trendsetter, you clone-like. Hangin' out our windows
High class, I'm just surrounded by these lowlifes If she on Instagram and I'm in your city you know I know her I'm on one, I'm never sober A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite I promise, I done sold purple, I done sold white Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest Hit em hard Whip it up like Tocaya (Whip it) Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit
The power's in my hair nigga, (Woo!) [Intro]
Out in Frisco, they stay with the pistol Four niggas in my whip and they on like shit (Hey) SoHo or Tribeca, three hoes: trifecta [Chorus: Kamaiyah & Quavo] For Promotional Use Only// Instagram: @icewatermookie Twitter: @asvpmookie And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like 50 thousand dollars if a nigga wanna book me aye Hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain Clap hands. Cause my niggas still selling dope like they ain't on their third strikes Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me.
Gas, break, dip (Gas), fuckin' up the strip (Woo) .223 with silencers you pussy boys playing aye They want to find me not breathing like they found Mike Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer Going hard the whole night cause I ain't going back to my old life Camping out in that corridor, fuck you waiting on Jordans for? Lyrics to 'Good Times' by Tv Theme: Good Times. Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fucking a lame, turn one ho to a train A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed They think they selling white, Helly Hanson, Kelly Clarkson Hangin' out our windows (Yeah) Smoke you like some endo, aye Hangin' out our windows
