Boldy James, Real Bad Man - All the Way Out lyrics

Ha ha haha speedo, where we at? 227 (yeah)
Blockworks (ConCreatures) let's get it
Uh uh, uh

I might tear up if I give you the clear cut
All I been through and all that they
Can tell me do is cheer up
I heard bro name popped up in some paperwork
He got a lot of smut on
His rep he gotta clear up
Ain't tryna hear much like I
Got on some earmuffs (At all)
I been schooled
Grab a seat and pull a chair up
Fully auto chopstick with the hair switch
We be thuggin' in the project
More than the Blair Witch
(Where we at with it?)
All of these carats in my Rolo
Dolo on thе block
While you roll around with twenty
Niggas like a scarеd bitch (Pussy boy)
Pussy nigga know my body, I got framework
(Ayy)
Type of nigga get a nigga whole gang murked
(Whole gang murked)
Give a fuck about the narcs
Or the blue and whites
Only worried 'bout them undercovers
In them plain shirts (Woo-woo)
Ain't ridin' for your gang member
Shouldn't rep his death
Be them same fake lame niggas
That don't ever step

If I don't got it on me
Then brodie got it on him
And he gon' crash all the way out
(And he gon' crash all the way out)
I'm Phil Jack, I just called a play out
(yeah)
The shit was all bad before I saw it play out
(It's all bad)
Doing the hokey-pokey, I put one foot in
The other foot
He had it all the way out, big steppin'
(Foot, he had it all the way out)

Ayy, I'm stuck in this shit
Plug hit me with a bad batch
Now I'm stuck with this shit (For what?)
Drum roller get to kickin'
Ain't no Jackie Chan (Brr)
AR autograph a nigga block up
I'll crack a fan (Doo doo doo)
Leave him spiffy in his casket
Gucci Dapper Dan
Heard them niggas want smoke with Blocks
We can match a gram (Blockworks)
A half a band for this chop'
Bought it half off let off half a clip
Came back and spin after we stabbed off
Don Juli' in my ghetto
We who got the strength
Playing both sides against the middle
Niggas not exempt (yeah)
Airing shit out only way I know how to vent
None of your niggas not killers
They just got attempts (Ha ha ha)
I make this shit look
Easier than Robin Thicke
80K in my left pocket left a wallet print
(Big print) seen my first brick of 'caine
In the trap with Tino
Double coffee cup full of drank
This ain't no cappuccino it's only us

If I don't got it on me
Then brodie got it on him
And he gon' crash all the way out
(Brr, and he gon' crash all the way out)
I'm Phil Jack, I just called a play out
The shit was all bad before I saw it play out
(Saw it bad) doing the hokey-pokey
I put one foot in the other foot
He had it all the way out, big steppin'
(Foot, he had it all the way out)

Where we at? Paper right back then
Why every time that I get out
They pull me right back in?
It's Mafia, what else?