Cali Swag District - We Out Here lyrics

n***as got dis an dat to say (adrian swish) Who me? They talkin bout you smooth (who me) n***as be runnin they mouth like news crews I got b**hes, gettin hits like blues clues We just tryna figure out now what we gon’ do to em It’s no stressin ova dumb n***as stackin on they deficit high Just so I can look down on you bum n***as I’ll neva run n***a or hold ma tongue b**h Hit a b**h, get a b**h, sprung quick I’m done wid it We out here, n***a! you not here n***a You lookin fo’ backup, betta back up n***a Got some burnt out n***as that’ll act up n***a Bottles come heavyweight, an dese s**a n***as they hatin [Chorus:] I ain't trippin or anything, not stressed or bipolar, all I’m worried bout is paper I’m in d fast lane, headin to d doe, what you sittin fo’ let a n***a know Yea homie we be out till dawn (get doe! get doe!) Yea homie we be out till dawn (get doe! get doe!) Here I go, ain’t turnin down nuttin! (nuttin) Got ma dallaz up so dese n***as steady fussin Need you some b**h? (what), actin like a rachet we know you see him hit it wid a ratchet Now instagram that mothaf**a! (mothaf**a!) Think you rich wid a rag mothaf**a! (mothaf**a!) I spend that much on a tab mothaf**a! (mothaf**a!) We gettin money where it’s at mothaf**a! (mothaf**a!) Out here, you gotta be concrete, soft n***as don’t want beef You got d big money don’t talk cheap D homie pa** fo’ some rags on d back street I run a b**h like a athlete, she say she love me I say that’s deep (ha!) I’m out here like all week! Watch me get it like I’m off beat [Chorus] Molly’s on her tongue (tongue), hundreds on the floor (floor) A box sayin hot chains sayin here I go Got d money in ma robbins I be gettin fanmail You can’t f** wit me! I can’t f** wit ma damn self (Is she yo wifey?) But she mine at the function Maa chain insomniac, you neva see it tucked in Watch loaded and I’m owned it n***a! Take a n***a shine, what you gon’ do n***a! (swish) Woo! Here I go! n***a say they puttin work in every year they don’t Be d same mothaf**az every year they broke You can bet yo last dolla every year I go, where d mina?! Dese comptowns can’t be speak my name 2 gs to get you No PR they go only ER, boy rap n***as ain’t wit you Ain’t bout dat life, ain’t seen no war, don’t want no issues Ain’t shinin no hoes, I be crying up dem hoes keep throwin tissues [Chorus]