"Bail Out!" lyrics
(feat. Lil Kam)
[Chuckyy:]
Slatt
Slatt, slatt
Me and Lil Kam tryna bail out, so we arguin' who gon' drive
I ain't arguin' with no nigga, send his dumb ass to the sky (Rrah, rrah)
We wettin' shit up, smackin' threes like Vince Carter in '99
Every time a nigga die, we laugh, kick back and get high (Haha, dead ass)
We don't discriminate pipes, if that bitch blow, then you alright (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Lil Kam, that's my fuckin' slime, pretty lil' bitch, I'll break her spine
Why the fuck would I drop her if she a dub and you a dime?
High-speed chase, ain't got no choices, everybody in the car dirty
Hit Lil Kam like, "What's the word? I got like four lines of the dirt"
Glizzy havin' an orgasm, tap that bitch and that bitch squirt (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Bitch, I been puttin' in work, this shit ain't new to me
You better get your homie 'fore his ass be a crewneck tee (Gang, rrah, rrah)
I know some shorties never been to school and they'll spin for free
Go in the mall and I buy it all, you would think that shit for free
Bitch, I'm a hot head, I don't even believe in makin' peace (Gang)
Foenem was just tough as hell, put under pressure, his ass turn police (Rrah, rrah)
[Lil Kam:]
But, Chuckyy, I been told you that, these niggas portray the image (Rrah, rrah)
Spin they block for three, four days, three different cars, the windows tinted (Brrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
And you know it's five percent, so they couldn't see who was in it (No bap, no bap, rrah)
Catch a nigga tryna hoop, know T block been above the rim (No bap)
Bitches on my dick when I pop out 'cause they peep I be trim
Did so much dirt up in the street, only a minor
Smokin' top-shelf, pop a Perc' to get me higher (No bap)
Niggas said I'm duckin' smoke, I'm like, "The devil is a liar"
.40 shell shot like some lava, he on his back, his face on fire (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Russian Cream, three-five a 'Wood, tell me who get high as me
The apple gon' fall from the tree, you could get smoked just like leaf (No bap)
I can't argue on IG, man, you niggas be too police (No bap)
Catch him with his pants down, head tap, then hit his knees (No bap)
I ain't never been a bitch and then purge your shit in-between (No bap)
They told me stop smokin' dope, but I cannot quit drinkin' lean, ayy
Nigga tweak, then leave him there, send his ass to heaven gates (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
I tell your bitch to do my hair, I got a date, I can't be late
Who need a cut? Hollow tips, they tap his head, give him a fade
Hop out the car in niggas' hood and march around like a parade
Might pull up to a nigga crib, run in that bitch like it's a raid
Kickin' shit down, I'm like, "Bitch, get on the floor" (No bap, no bap)
And better nobody move 'cause Chuckyy be quick to blow
[Chuckyy:]
On a lazy day, I might toss out the roof, but I get up close, Ki got the wheel (Brraow, brraow, brraow)
Screamin', "Fuck 12," they just let foenem go
With them collars on the back of them glizzies, they shoot the quickest (Brr)
And ain't no bitch up in me, push up on a nigga quickly (Spin, spin, glee)
Trigger finger steady ichin', splack a nigga if he tempt me (No bap)
She asked me for some money, man, these bitches fuckin' silly
But fuck that, I'm on the block, you want me, then come get me (Bitch)
Gotta drive down this bitch slow, come down too fast, we get to blickin' (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
The way shorty 'nem hoopin', they could've went to the Pistons
Stand over him and cook him 'til his brains look the thickest (Ugh)
I love them Dracos, but I put hollows in my nickel (Grrah, grrah)
Year '22, we ain't boxin', pop a nigga like a pimple
If we clapped at him and he ain't die, I promise you he crippled (Gang)
Them switches on them glizzies make it blow just like a whistle (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Don't play ball with us 'cause we don't play fair
Catch his ass close to that Citgo, make his dumb ass lay there
I hit Lil Kam like, "What you on? I got a lick for us to hit"
Do that shit, go to the trap and switch the fit and change the blick (Gang)
I feel bad for you if you had clapped at me and missed (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
'Cause I'ma spin until I'm dizzy, 'til your dumb ass rest in piss (Grr, grr, grr, grrah, gang)
Get busy 'nem up on my roster because shorty 'nem don't miss, gang, bitch (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Rrah, rrah, rrah, gang (Brr)
Slatt
Slatt, slatt
Me and Lil Kam tryna bail out, so we arguin' who gon' drive
I ain't arguin' with no nigga, send his dumb ass to the sky (Rrah, rrah)
We wettin' shit up, smackin' threes like Vince Carter in '99
Every time a nigga die, we laugh, kick back and get high (Haha, dead ass)
We don't discriminate pipes, if that bitch blow, then you alright (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Lil Kam, that's my fuckin' slime, pretty lil' bitch, I'll break her spine
Why the fuck would I drop her if she a dub and you a dime?
High-speed chase, ain't got no choices, everybody in the car dirty
Hit Lil Kam like, "What's the word? I got like four lines of the dirt"
Glizzy havin' an orgasm, tap that bitch and that bitch squirt (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Bitch, I been puttin' in work, this shit ain't new to me
You better get your homie 'fore his ass be a crewneck tee (Gang, rrah, rrah)
I know some shorties never been to school and they'll spin for free
Go in the mall and I buy it all, you would think that shit for free
Bitch, I'm a hot head, I don't even believe in makin' peace (Gang)
Foenem was just tough as hell, put under pressure, his ass turn police (Rrah, rrah)
[Lil Kam:]
But, Chuckyy, I been told you that, these niggas portray the image (Rrah, rrah)
Spin they block for three, four days, three different cars, the windows tinted (Brrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
And you know it's five percent, so they couldn't see who was in it (No bap, no bap, rrah)
Catch a nigga tryna hoop, know T block been above the rim (No bap)
Bitches on my dick when I pop out 'cause they peep I be trim
Did so much dirt up in the street, only a minor
Smokin' top-shelf, pop a Perc' to get me higher (No bap)
Niggas said I'm duckin' smoke, I'm like, "The devil is a liar"
.40 shell shot like some lava, he on his back, his face on fire (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Russian Cream, three-five a 'Wood, tell me who get high as me
The apple gon' fall from the tree, you could get smoked just like leaf (No bap)
I can't argue on IG, man, you niggas be too police (No bap)
Catch him with his pants down, head tap, then hit his knees (No bap)
I ain't never been a bitch and then purge your shit in-between (No bap)
They told me stop smokin' dope, but I cannot quit drinkin' lean, ayy
Nigga tweak, then leave him there, send his ass to heaven gates (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
I tell your bitch to do my hair, I got a date, I can't be late
Who need a cut? Hollow tips, they tap his head, give him a fade
Hop out the car in niggas' hood and march around like a parade
Might pull up to a nigga crib, run in that bitch like it's a raid
Kickin' shit down, I'm like, "Bitch, get on the floor" (No bap, no bap)
And better nobody move 'cause Chuckyy be quick to blow
[Chuckyy:]
On a lazy day, I might toss out the roof, but I get up close, Ki got the wheel (Brraow, brraow, brraow)
Screamin', "Fuck 12," they just let foenem go
With them collars on the back of them glizzies, they shoot the quickest (Brr)
And ain't no bitch up in me, push up on a nigga quickly (Spin, spin, glee)
Trigger finger steady ichin', splack a nigga if he tempt me (No bap)
She asked me for some money, man, these bitches fuckin' silly
But fuck that, I'm on the block, you want me, then come get me (Bitch)
Gotta drive down this bitch slow, come down too fast, we get to blickin' (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
The way shorty 'nem hoopin', they could've went to the Pistons
Stand over him and cook him 'til his brains look the thickest (Ugh)
I love them Dracos, but I put hollows in my nickel (Grrah, grrah)
Year '22, we ain't boxin', pop a nigga like a pimple
If we clapped at him and he ain't die, I promise you he crippled (Gang)
Them switches on them glizzies make it blow just like a whistle (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Don't play ball with us 'cause we don't play fair
Catch his ass close to that Citgo, make his dumb ass lay there
I hit Lil Kam like, "What you on? I got a lick for us to hit"
Do that shit, go to the trap and switch the fit and change the blick (Gang)
I feel bad for you if you had clapped at me and missed (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
'Cause I'ma spin until I'm dizzy, 'til your dumb ass rest in piss (Grr, grr, grr, grrah, gang)
Get busy 'nem up on my roster because shorty 'nem don't miss, gang, bitch (Rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah, rrah)
Rrah, rrah, rrah, gang (Brr)
