DJ Esco, O.T. Genasis - Bring It Out lyrics

I got a thing in the car
I'm boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga
We gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house
I'm boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year
I'm bout to bring 'em 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
I put the mat on the rarri
I'm boutta bring it out
We don't talk back to no cops
We just air you out

If you ain't spraying for the gang
Then we puttin' you out
I got my chains inside my shirt
Don't make me bring one out
I got that thing, exotic car
Don't make me bring it out
I put 'em burkins in the closet
Told her bring one out, hah

Whip that soda, ice like polar
Double on motor on the Motorola
Got your main thing, take her to boa
Took her to the crib, made her do yoga
I got bitches I know that
You ain't even seen yet
Got the 488 you ain't see yet
These rappers gonna make me pull
Out my tennis chain
I'm back and forth with my
Hoes like a tennis game (Serena)
I'm killin' niggas GYG
I put 'em in the hearse
My bitch killin' you hoes
You know she had it first (she got it)
I got 'em guns I do the most
Yeah I love to roast
I could've got the Wraith
But it can't fit my hoes
I came up way up out the mud
And turned up like a key
I hit the club and valet tell
Me I can keep my key (you got it)
I'll shoot it out with all these
Niggas I don't give a fuck
I got a hundred niggas with me
I don't give a fuck

I got a thing in the car
I'm boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga
We gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house
I'm boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year
I'm bout to bring 'em 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
I put the mat on the rarri
I'm boutta bring it out
We don't talk back to no cops
We just air you out

Big face rollie, still rock
Air 15, leave a nigga hold up
Got a lotta cash, still move fast
Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash
I'm addicted to the pace, I'm a trap nigga
Why you talk behind my back
You should act nigga
Make the money come back like a lap nigga
Treat you like you did good
Cause I clap niggas
I got shooters on deck and it's real fun
Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun
Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a trill one
Couple days in a month I hit a million
I done had too much to drink
I done fell on her
Had a threesome with my bitch
Put Chanel on her
I'm still married to the game, got my ring
Yeah
Long clip beat hit his bitch, we can bang out

I got a thing in the car
I'm boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout nigga
We gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house
I'm boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year
I'm bout to bring 'em 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
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

If you ain't spraying for the gang
Then we puttin' you out
I got my jammers inside my shirt
Don't make me bring one out
I got that thing, exotic car
Don't make me bring it out
I put 'em burkins in the closet
Told her bring one out, hah