Lyrics Yung Mal – Outro
Text:
Yung Mal:
1’5, yeah
Break down the block, throw the gun out
Fishtail then I burn out
We got that bag, it’s never gon’ run out
Blessed lil bastard, I been through a lot
My Balmains saggin’, this thirty it poke out
We them young niggas come straight out the pot
Don’t play with that cash, I’m spinning your block
Ain’t doin’ no talkin’, the case gettin’ dropped
Lil Quill:
Make sure you’re locked, I got ’bout thirty hangin’ out the Glock
Pull up in the foreign, I let go the top
I bought a watch, it cost a house
I want that cheese like a mouse
I stuffed that shit right in my pouch
I want that cash and I’m talkin’ right now
And I’m rollin’ backwoods out the pound
Yung Mal:
I can’t speak on these hoes, these bitches some letdowns
We got that work, talkin’ best in the town
Shit get difficult in the streets, don’t drown
Can’t put no trust in them folks ’cause they foul
Fah-fah-fah, it’s a man down
Hit the plug, 1’5, whole gang sprayin’ rounds
These niggas broke, got they hand out
These niggas go soft, like bitches they talk
Yung Mal be wipin’ they nose
Lil Quill:
I got your bitch on the stove
Got that ho whippin’ up blow
I ran up a check at the store
‘Cause I get them bags for the low
If Mal pull up with a hundred rounds
You know that he wipin’ your nose
Yung Mal:
1’5, Candler Road on the coat
I ain’t rollin’ white flags, nigga I want that smoke
We havin’ this shit, we don’t brag, we don’t boast
I hop in that Jag, do the dash and get ghost
These niggas blind to the shit, they be lost
This shit didn’t come easy, young nigga paid cost
Stayed down for this shit, put them racks in the vault
Take my licks like a man, now I live like a boss
Young nigga done came out that hole
Yeah I do this shit for my bros
Still up, nigga swingin’ the door
Yeah all of this dope gotta go
Lil Quill:
Live from the dope hole
I put my wrist in the bowl
Chasin’ this money, we ain’t chasin’ no hoes
Kick the lil bitty bitch out of the door
I know these lil niggas fold
So I do that dirt on my own
These lil niggas worser than hoes
That’s why I keep one in the nose
Thirty rounds in my clip, bitch
Run up on me you can dip, bitch
East side, we flip shit
1’5, Zone 6 shit
