Jarren Benton - Showin' Out lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] East side ATLien Switchblade to your cranium sh**'s about to get ugly b**h Ever since I signed with Dame and them Lame n***as be quiet I don't f** with them and don't hang with them Where are the hoes that s** dick on the first date Yes I want to spend a day with them After the show hoes hit the lobby Mr Benton: A problem probably Drinking while I text and drive With a b**h like Ricky Bobby In a sick Ferrari Just joking darling Beg your pardon sh** I'm starving Eat a rapper like Olive's Garden Put his body underneath the garden Let the flowers blossom sh** I'm awesome Damn I'm rad d**h to swag b**h I'm grown, f** my dad When I bust, catch a bus Catch a cab One STD and it was just a crab Hit the lab and smoke the loudest gra** Arnold Schwarzenegger, break your neck in half [Verse 2: Plex Boogie] Hold up, time out Let me find out That you ain't down with Spacesuit I'll put your a** in time out Ain't nothing but bad b**hes Inside of my radius I want her, and I want her, and I want her Simultaneous I'm in the back seat with freaky Francine She bouncing on that (on that) like a trampoline The way she do that Oh yeah, she a true vet Man I call her Hanes cause she gave the whole crew neck I'm hot as f** Raising up that Fahrenheit Look at you, you're a mess You never fly, you scared of heights You handcuffing them hoes Reading off them Miranda Rights But we ain't loving them hoes We give 'em space like terabytes Screaming f** the world, I'm balls deep You haters make me sick, raw meat I could really care less 'bout what you call me All I really care about is that you know... [Hook: Stevie] I'm showin' out And I'm goin' in I'm showin' out And I'm goin' in [Verse 3: Stevie] Brewha in my hand I'm just trying to jam Trying to get my rocks off before the night come to an end On that turn up Yeah I'm going HAM Fliest n***a out since Tuskegee airman Hot b**hes in the cut looking uber dope Got all them feeling froggy like they jumping rope But they jumping off No roofie flow Drink got 'em gone, to see 'em you need a telescope I ball out No fumble though Go in every night That's my status quo You can't tell me sh** Can't tell us no We living life Don't know where we gon' go Now shorty coming out of her attire Tube top off, that's something I require She losing my belt Bet I make her melt This dope sauce make her feel better than she ever felt [Hook]