"Out The Window" lyrics
Alright, alright
Turnt up, not burnt up, nigga diss on the gang, gon' get his dumb ass sent up, nigga
Free the gang, niggas wanna be the gang, we'll R.I.P. your gang, nigga (Long live Mike, long live Mook, know that)
You know that, alright, come on (Forever tossin' for the gang)
I'm all out the window with Drac' (Rrah, rrah)
Come here, where you goin'? Tryna take off his face (Come here, come here, come here)
Walk him in, what's the code to the safe?
Lil Three got the wheel, so we gettin' away (You know that)
Tryna get out the streets, but I ain't (I can't)
Bounce out on the opps and I shoot 'til it clank (Rrah, rrah)
FN 510, it hit harder than Tank (Shit)
Catch a B, fall asleep off the drank (I'm gone)
Mike died off the pills, I don't know how I'm feelin' (I don't)
Mask up, gloves on, I ain't spinned in a minute (In a minute)
My opps broke as fuck, they be ridin' in limits (They broke ass)
I'm blowin' high speed, what the fuck is a limit?
I was locked in the county, ain't nobody visit (Nobody visit)
I'm really up B's like Dayvon Bennett (Dayvon Bennett)
He shootin' and drivin', my lil' brother different
He dissed on the gang, now his dumb ass missin' (His dumb ass)
If you don't wanna die, better say, "Please"
We killed him on camera, they post it on Say Cheese
They counted me out, they said that I fake dreams
Back in the day, we was rockin' the fake jeans
One of one, Mike Amiri ain't make these
High-speed on the cops, man, they ain't get to say, "Freeze"
I was taught to go shoot at the opps 'til I can't squeeze (Rrah, rrah)
He wanna slide on lil' Von, he must be high off a fake bean
Have Faro hit the drank, we gon' sell him some fake lean
Beat up an opp, man, they send me to Beijing
Slide on some opps and throw shoot out the gray thing
Killa and Drilla and Jilla a great team
Hang with the opps, you won't make it to eighteen
Kill all the witnesses, no tellin' what they seen
All bark, no bite, man, that nigga a Great Dane (His bitch ass)
We killed him on camera, that tape was a great stream
I'm all out the window with Drac' (Rrah, rrah)
Come here, where you goin'? Tryna take off his face (Come here, come here, come here)
Walk him in, what's the code to the safe?
Lil Three got the wheel, so we gettin' away (You know that)
Tryna get out the streets, but I ain't (I can't)
Bounce out on the opps and I shoot 'til it clank (Rrah, rrah)
FN 510, it hit harder than Tank (Shit)
Catch a B, fall asleep off the drank (I'm gone)
Turnt up, not burnt up, nigga diss on the gang, gon' get his dumb ass sent up, nigga
Free the gang, niggas wanna be the gang, we'll R.I.P. your gang, nigga (Long live Mike, long live Mook, know that)
You know that, alright, come on (Forever tossin' for the gang)
I'm all out the window with Drac' (Rrah, rrah)
Come here, where you goin'? Tryna take off his face (Come here, come here, come here)
Walk him in, what's the code to the safe?
Lil Three got the wheel, so we gettin' away (You know that)
Tryna get out the streets, but I ain't (I can't)
Bounce out on the opps and I shoot 'til it clank (Rrah, rrah)
FN 510, it hit harder than Tank (Shit)
Catch a B, fall asleep off the drank (I'm gone)
Mike died off the pills, I don't know how I'm feelin' (I don't)
Mask up, gloves on, I ain't spinned in a minute (In a minute)
My opps broke as fuck, they be ridin' in limits (They broke ass)
I'm blowin' high speed, what the fuck is a limit?
I was locked in the county, ain't nobody visit (Nobody visit)
I'm really up B's like Dayvon Bennett (Dayvon Bennett)
He shootin' and drivin', my lil' brother different
He dissed on the gang, now his dumb ass missin' (His dumb ass)
If you don't wanna die, better say, "Please"
We killed him on camera, they post it on Say Cheese
They counted me out, they said that I fake dreams
Back in the day, we was rockin' the fake jeans
One of one, Mike Amiri ain't make these
High-speed on the cops, man, they ain't get to say, "Freeze"
I was taught to go shoot at the opps 'til I can't squeeze (Rrah, rrah)
He wanna slide on lil' Von, he must be high off a fake bean
Have Faro hit the drank, we gon' sell him some fake lean
Beat up an opp, man, they send me to Beijing
Slide on some opps and throw shoot out the gray thing
Killa and Drilla and Jilla a great team
Hang with the opps, you won't make it to eighteen
Kill all the witnesses, no tellin' what they seen
All bark, no bite, man, that nigga a Great Dane (His bitch ass)
We killed him on camera, that tape was a great stream
I'm all out the window with Drac' (Rrah, rrah)
Come here, where you goin'? Tryna take off his face (Come here, come here, come here)
Walk him in, what's the code to the safe?
Lil Three got the wheel, so we gettin' away (You know that)
Tryna get out the streets, but I ain't (I can't)
Bounce out on the opps and I shoot 'til it clank (Rrah, rrah)
FN 510, it hit harder than Tank (Shit)
Catch a B, fall asleep off the drank (I'm gone)
Writer(s): Dwan Avery, Bryson March, Malikov Bulat Radikovich, Vikentsi Kudrautsau, Davon Damon Meeks
