Bring It Out Lyrics

I don't really talk

I'm finna walk it out

Yea you a bitch

You be walkin holding pockets out

Pulled up wit a stick

Ain't really nothin we can talk about

Yea I brought that cutter

And I had to bring that choppa out

Talking onna net

I pulled up whatchu on about

I can't hear nun

Not myself when some my opps around

Talking like you gangsta

Why you all be talking proper now

You ain't never heard a gun

Show him how that choppa sound

You keep doing all that talking

Shut the fuck up

Shoot it like it's track

If you wanna try and run up

You scared to pull that trigger

Yea boy put that gun up

We been trappin all night

We still trappin when the sun up

I be out the way

So why my name even come up

Pulled up in a sprinter

I don't care if he a runner

Yea I'm pushing p

I keep a mop just like I'm gunna

Yea my glockiana

Have a hot girl summer

Caught too many bodies

Now I had to throw her out

And He talking out his neck

Sending shots right at his mouth

On his block we making noise

He get smoked like he some loud

You opps by association

Better watch who you around

I don't really talk

I'm finna walk it out

Yea you a bitch

You be walkin holding pockets out

Pulled up wit a stick

Ain't really nothin we can talk about

Yea I brought that cutter

And I had to bring that choppa out

Talking onna net

I pulled up whatchu on about

I can't hear nun

Not myself when some my opps around

Talking like you gangsta

Why you all be talking proper now

You ain't never heard a gun

Show him how that choppa sound

When we press him

We gon put him on the news

Leave no clues

Getchu you knocked off for some blues

And His mom really the plug

We be smokin what she grew

Feel like double O 7

I might pull up inna suit

Wanna talk like it's a game

Then we gon put his ass on mute

And He think it's only music

Choppa blow em like a flute

Got these sticks up on my body

I just feel like I am groot

Put that metal by his pillow

Almost like he lost a tooth

I don't really talk

I'm finna walk it out

Yea you a bitch

You be walkin holding pockets out

Pulled up wit a stick

Ain't really nothin we can talk about

Yea I brought that cutter

And I had to bring that choppa out

Talking onna net

I pulled up whatchu on about

I can't hear nun

Not myself when some my opps around

Talking like you gangsta

Why you all be talking proper now

You ain't never heard a gun

Show him how that choppa sound