Out the Gate
Bobby Kritical
Uh
Baby let me pet your fuckin' face
I'ma rob your daddy fuckin' safe
I love fuckin' you, but I love cake
Been a crazy nigga out the gate, out the gate
Young wild nigga out the gate (out the gate)
Been a young wild nigga out the gate
Young wild nigga out the gate (out the gate)
Been a young wild nigga out the gate
I be tryna stay lowkey
'Cause these nigga think they know me
All their bitches wanna fuck on me
'Cause I'm surfin' like the sea
She got her bestfriend with her (yeah)
She did some coke off her titty (yeah)
Both of them suckin' on me (ya)
That shit feel like a million (yeah)
I'm in here rockin' that Gucci
I'm in here rockin' that Gucci
I do not fuck with y'all niggas
Where yo bitch, I'ma nut on her booty, uh
Baby let me pet your fuckin' face
I'ma rob your daddy fuckin' safe
I love fuckin' you, but I love cake
Been a crazy nigga out the gate, out the gate
Young wild nigga out the gate (out the gate)
Been a young wild nigga out the gate
Young wild nigga out the gate (out the gate)
Been a young wild nigga out the gate
2 Chainz
A1, sea salt no steak
Throwin' hard, green lights no brakes (no brakes)
So green, so white, snow flakes
Swap it out, switch it up, rotate
All the time so I'm talkin' to my foreign car
I wore a Rollie yesterday, today Audemar
How you doin'? How I'm feelin'? Yeah I'm doin' well
If you care about her you would've bought her Chanel
Remember days I was high on narcotics 'til twelve
Last night I told God I was them hell
New duffle product placement
Accept the applications
And doin' fornication
She got that condensation
Uh
Baby let me pet your fuckin' face
I'ma rob your daddy fuckin' safe
I love fuckin' you, but I love cake
Been a crazy nigga out the gate, out the gate
Young wild nigga out the gate (out the gate)
Been a young wild nigga out the gate
Young wild nigga out the gate (out the gate)
Been a young wild nigga out the gate
My bros smoke back to back (woo, woo)
They hit the ground running for some racks (brrr)
If I don't the gon' fuck your hoe (what?)
Fuck her in a mansion then we send her ass home (what?)
On gang, on gang
My drawers say Supreme
Why the fuck would I wear Hanes, lame
I fuck with your momma
But your daddy can get these hands though
He a J, I heard that he been served before
Uh
Baby let me pet your fuckin' face
I'ma rob your daddy fuckin' safe
Been a young wild nigga out the gate
Young wild nigga out the gate (out the gate)
Autor(es): Bobby Bernard Turner, Tevin Thompson
