"Shoutout Dat Boy" lyrics

Uh, shout out, shout out, yeah (Fuck, fuck, fuck)
Ha, shout out that boy
Uh, shout out, shout out that boy
Shout out, shout out that boy
Yeah, shout out that boy
Yeah, yeah, shout out the gang
Uh, we posted with them things, yeah
We posted with them chops, yeah
Thirty in my clip, it's extended, yeah
Where the fuck the double cup? I pour up, yeah
Pour up on the drank, I don't go to the bar
Get took down, now your face got a scar
Yeah, walk down, you see hundred-round when I forget out

Nigga get high like a blimp, we get beehive
Black, so the hood cookout, we gon' match up
Nigga got fake punchlines in his scrapbook
I won't hit the bowl 'cause that shit make me tired
When the pack come in the mail, shit wrapped up
Free OG them out the cell, they need back out
Told twin to come get the blunt 'fore I smoke it up
Lil' twin won't say shit, his mouth taped up
Bitch got white French tips, I'm finna lick them
Nigga gon' run up some shit, yeah
In the apartment, we got blicks, yeah
Bitch see the chain, she get wet, yeah
Nigga swing the strap like a vet, yeah
And whole gang up next, yeah

Ha, shout out that boy
Uh, shout out, shout out that boy
Shout out, shout out that boy
Yeah, shout out that boy
Yeah, yeah, shout out the gang
Uh, we posted with them things, yeah
We posted with them chops, yeah
Thirty in my clip, it's extended, yeah
Where the fuck the double cup? I pour up, yeah
Pour up on the drank, I don't go to the bar
Get took down, now your face got a scar
Yeah, walk down, you see hundred-round when I forget out

Shout out that boy
Uh, shout out, shout out that boy
Uh, shout out, shout out that boy
Yeah, shout out that boy

And them packs just touched down, perfect timin'
Gotta slow down, the bop, this bitch runnin'
Back wet, punch my heart, punch my stomach
Grabba pull a nigga a part, put me under the bus
Nigga wait in your bushes, we under your porch
And the cup put me south, but the blunt but me north
We just link in the trap, we ain't goin' back and forth
I don't got emo drip, I'm a real trench boy
We got too many straps, we smoke blunts in a horseshoe
Pull out these hundos, yeah
Your drip is not somethin' I wear
Yeah, he cap, we gon' come over there
Yeah, I woke up, count racks, yeah

Ha, shout out that boy
Uh, shout out, shout out that boy
Shout out, shout out that boy
Yeah, shout out that boy
Yeah, yeah, shout out the gang
Uh, we posted with them things, yeah
We posted with them chops, yeah
Thirty in my clip, it's extended, yeah
Where the fuck the double cup? I pour up, yeah
Pour up on the drank, I don't go to the bar
Get took down, now your face got a scar
Yeah, walk down, you see hundred-round when I forget out

Shout out that boy
Uh, shout out, shout out that boy
Uh, shout out, shout out that boy
Yeah, shout out that boy (Plugg)