Currensy - Shout out lyrics

I could pull up with you a couple spots and have you poppin’ Open the door for you, I know everybody watchin’ Understand I got options and I place you on top ’em But it’s your spot to lose This life come with some rules, we laced in real jewels Champagne ain’t nothin’ new, swear that’s just what we do Whether the camera on or off, we still lookin’ cool ni**as mad I been stuntin’, so I hear they huntin’ My OG hipped me to it, I know how y’all comin’ You come run up on me, I swear, you get laid out for nothin’ My homies down to slide for me ’cause they really love me, uh Shout out my watch, it’s real, shouuut out my b***h, she real Shout out my hood, they real, shouuut out my label, it’s real Shout out my watch, it’s real, shouuut out my b***h, she real Shout out my ni**as, they real, shouuut out my Phantom grill East side on mine just like every time, lowriders outside Got foreigns in a line because I can’t decide Which one I’m tryna drive, I’m, like, too fu*kin’ high But, yeah, I’m still gon’ slide, might pick that sixty-five I’ma pick you up, I might show you off Put some diamonds on your neck, baby, f**k the cost We turnin’ heads when we walk, skin so soft Leather so soft, adjustable exhaust, I’m cattin’ off I told you I can show you what we go through Now, baby, quit playin’ and come f**k with a boss We poppin’ Ace of Spades bottles for no reason at all I was just checkin’ on you, that’s the reason I called (How you doin’, baby?) I keep s**t lit, that’s it, look at my wrist, that’s him Look at my b***h, God damn, b***h got a*s like sheesh I’m that n***a still, shouuut out my b***h, she real AP watches still, b***h, I’m healthy still Shout out my watch, it’s real, shouuut out my b***h, she real Shout out my hood, they real, shouuut out my label, it’s real Shout out my watch, it’s real, shouuut out my b***h, she real Shout out my ni**as, they real, shouuut out my Phantom grill East side on mine just like every time, lowriders outside Got foreigns in a line because I can’t decide Which one I’m tryna drive, I’m, like, too fu*kin’ high But, yeah, I’m still gon’ slide, might take that 65