V Don - Bring Em Out lyrics

[Spoken Intro] [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] Tour bus looking like a brothel Catching more bodies than Hostel Flatbush Zombies put money in my pocket If it's war against them, I'ma pop it Word like apostles Kid from the ghetto listening to heavy metal, rock rolled in my sock I ain't never been afraid, renegade got bars like mess halls Locked three meals in the cot, n***a, what? p**y at noon got me feeling brand new When the sun come down, I'm leavin' f** I look like? A fool? Throwing shade like cool, b**h don't wake me up, I'm dreamin' Puff, puff, pa**, that's old school I'm getting yesterday's paper, that's old news The way I'm programmed, I never hold hands Straight business, first cla**, never the coach I'ma handle the game the way I handle the coke Hand to hand on Instagram, picture the post n***a, picture me broke, I got a pitcher of Henny I know my liver be ready for adios, but I'm stuck like I'm a sure thing, I don't close call I mean we all kings, but there's one god There's one Allah, there's one Jah, bless [Hook: Bodega Bamz] Bring 'em out, bring 'em out All them p**y a** n***as, bring 'em out, bring 'em out Bring 'em out, bring 'em out All them p**y a** n***as, bring 'em out, bring 'em out Bring 'em out, bring 'em out All them lying a** n***as, bring 'em out, bring 'em out Bring 'em out, bring 'em out All them lying a** n***as, bring 'em out, bring 'em out [Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliott] Now I pose for pictures, can't f** with you, be more specific Cross me like when you beg forgiveness I didn't like your vibe so I kept my distance n***as do it all for the paper Institution was made then strewn to little girls and boys But now "the world is yours," my n***a please I done gross over a hundred G's That's a lot of of money, still I'm screaming, "f** the police!" In my motions I can't pretend that I'm different than you But n***a listen and pay attention when I make a move Vision blurred, I don't see no deterrence But seeing the same n***as then saying the same words Cycling that nature, puffing the same flavor My n***as is Tanboys, original delegators We ripping the floor panel and all With a matter of force we go and handle you boys We only family of course [Verse 3: Meechy Darko] Nobody ever gave a f** about us, you never believed Can't believe they f**ing doubted, now they can see Child of the corn, Darko, freak off the leash Rather unique, who art thou Van Gogh? Randy Savage on beats, I bark proud, pitbull If you break in my house he bark wild, f** you talking 'bout?! Lil n***a I spark proud, pop a band Throw up bread, you should learned it by now Make 'em say, "ugh," then examine her mouth Then it's get to stepping, I'm kicking Pamela out (Get to stepping!) That Tommy hold a lot of slugs might be a hundred rounds Them Flatbush n***as a shmurda ya, rusty tre pounds Shoot you and throw it in the air, like a cap and gown I demand the throne and the crown, tell 'em I want it now (Ha!) Hair swinging when I'm shooting like O-Dog in that movie Zombie gang fully lucid, Bathing Ape, fully draped GG Allin lucky I ain't get to sh** on his grave Knuckle it behind bars like a prisoner in cage Johnny Cage, black shades, hit off half yo face My orange box-cutter make the world rotate My orange box-cutter make the world rotate On its axis, acid, sheets that ain't for the mattress, ba*tard [Verse 4: Zombie Juice] I need a honor roll for this sh**, I need a honor roll for this sh** Thank the Lord it's lit, thank the Lord it's lit Hopping out a bodega, need a pack, never later, later Flatbush, Tanboy stylin' (WHOO!) All my n***as get lit like a chalice, all my n***as get lit like a chalice Cookies in my blunt, liquor in my gut, most you n***as s** I'm on top of the world like Brandy say So high, so high like Michel'le Feeling unstoppable every bone and my particles In the cut blowing tropicals And they said it's impossible for a black young man to k** this sh** For a tan young man to k** this sh** So, more or less I do my thing No stress, no crane, progression, mane More or less we do our thing No stress, no crane, progression, mane [Hook: Bodega Bamz] Bring 'em out, bring 'em out All them p**y a** n***as, bring 'em out, bring 'em out Bring 'em out, bring 'em out All them p**y a** n***as, bring 'em out, bring 'em out Bring 'em out, bring 'em out All them lying a** n***as, bring 'em out, bring 'em out Bring 'em out, bring 'em out All them lying a** n***as, bring 'em out, bring 'em out Bring 'em out, bring 'em out All them p**y a** n***as, bring 'em out, bring 'em out Bring 'em out, bring 'em out Where the hoes? Where the hoes? Bring 'em out, bring 'em out