Lyrics Getting Out - DWN

In these streets, I was in a drought, ain't no gettin' out
Found A lane, but it didn't work, found a different route
Counting cheese, sellin' all these pounds like it's In & Out
If he sweet, we run in his house, we be in and out

Banging five with my niggas now, when I hit the crowd
We got bows, finna pass around, fuck a black and mild
Hit the club, bitch them straps around, bet not pat us down
Fuck a mug, we'll fap you down, get to actin' wild

I'm the man with a lot of bands, plus I got that yea
You a fan, better get your mans before we pop his head
We gon' run if we see the feds, talkin' bout blue and red
Young nigga, hit the scene up and let the money spread

Uh-huh, I get to the pape
I ain't never worried bout a bitch, they be in the way
Was down to my last, lil' nigga, I couldn't get a eighth
Now we state to state, on the plane, finna eat some steak

Lil' nigga, you can't tell me shit, I'm already stamped
I'm the one, city on my back, they label me the champ
She on my dick, better get your bitch, that lil' bitch a tramp
I got blick, and this bitch got kick, it's louder than some amps

Freaky bitch she suck the soul out me, saved her under Vamp
Fiends keep calling, say they want that powder, hit Em with a sample
I can build her up and break her down, get a bitch dismantled
We ain't worried bout the beef, you know that shit be gettin' handled

Brodie really trappin', we got bows in Atlanta
I be really high, pourin' fours in the Fanta
Niggas really hoes, they done froze with the hammer
Actin' like it's jamming if it's me I woulda blasted

Two things about me, gone save and fuck some money up
Might buy a bitch a new purse
ain't payin' for no tummy tuck
Lil' bitch mad, her best friend, always tryna fuck
Told that bitch, better play her role, or she gettin' cut

In these streets, I was in a drought
Ain't no gettin' out,
Found A lane, but it didn't work, found a different route
Counting cheese, sellin' all these pounds like it's In & Out
If he sweet, we run in his house, we be in and out

Bangin' five with my niggas
now, when I hit the crowd
We got bows, finna pass around, fuck a black and mild
Hit the club, bitch them straps around, bet not pat us down
Fuck a mug, we'll fap you down, get to actin' wild