DJ Esco & Future – Bring It Out (feat. O.T. Genasis)

I done had too much to drink I done fell on her
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Big face rollie, still rock
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas
I got bitches I know that you ain’t seen yet
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
[Post-Chorus: Future]
Double on motor on the motorola
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
Why you talk behind my back you should act nigga

I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain
[Post-Chorus: Future]
I got ’em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast
I came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
[Verse 1: O.T. Genesis]
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
Got your main thing, took her to boa
I could’ve got the wraith, but it can’t fit my hoes
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
Air 15, leave a nigga hold up
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash

I got a hundred niggas with me, I don’t give a fuck
I’m still married to the game, got my ring, yeah
Had a threesome with my bitch, put Chanel on her
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
[Chorus: Future]
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
Couple days in a month I hit a million
[Chorus: Future]
Took her to the crib, made her do yoga
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out

Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
Genesis] [Verse 2: O.T.

Got the 4488 you ain’t see yet
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
Long clip beat hit his bitch, we can bang out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I’m back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game
Got a lotta cash, still move fast
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
I’m addicted to the pace, I’m a trap nigga
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
I’ll shoot it out with all these niggas I don’t give a fuck
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key
[Chorus: Future]
Make the money come back like a lap nigga
I’m killin’ niggas GYG, I put ’em in the hearse
I got shooters on deck and its real fun
Whip that soda, ice like polar
My bitch killin’ you hoes, you know she had it first