King Chip - Out Here lyrics

[Verse 1] Making these moves, tryna get this bread Before I lose, b**h I'm at your head Taking that b**h right up off your neck Young n***as don't play 'round where I'm at n***a, I'm from Cleveland, heartless k**ers E'rybody strapped, n***a mind yo business n***as come through, and ain't even no witness Don't get set up by these grimy a** b**hes Don't nobody really know where Chip is 'Til he pull up in something ridiculous Ridin' on 4s, we ain't hittin' no switches These ain't out yet, you can't get this Bout' to put the new school on them 6s Sitting up high like a Mack truck Got that hammer on me Ho a** n***a better back up I'm out here, fresh as f** With the 40 cal. tucked, n***a f** yo luck Now I'm gon' drive and she gon' shoot Her aim is tight so you n***as better duck And we laughing all the way to bank, cause sh** is funny Cop a crib and decorate that b**h, with real money She intrigued by them whips That Lexus, that Benz, gave her reason to get Crazy in my hotel, blowing weed, blowing dick That's my type of chick, I ain't gotta plead with this b**h She ain't on that none of that corny a** sh** n***a we're living this sh** for real Got stacks on deck, trynna see 100 mill I ain't showing no love, I ain't cutting no deals Stay up out my face, when you see a n***a, chill When you come to the show, put your hands up high We up in this ho, we extra fire Yea they call me the truth, cause a n***a no lie Throw two up when a n***a ride by [Hook] x2 n***a I'm out here, we getting it Shining, you sick of it I'm out here, f** with me On the freeway, buck 50 I'm out here, I'm dolo Got bread now, ain't no ho I'm out here (n***a I'm out here) My n***a I'm out here (n***a I'm out here) [Verse 2] Hey boo Don't do what I do, b**h do what I say do OK boo? Don't try to play me and I won't play you We rolling, buck 50 on the freeway 650i, no roof, me and my b**h smoking DVD watching Coming to America, floating n***a we winning Got leather with the wood, and the screens on glow 24s my n***a, we getting it Cell phone been dead, ain't nobody seen me in a minute n***a, my crib is mostly gla** So you can see us in here living 4 or 5 guns and blunts getting pa**ed Young n***as doing good, just chilling I valet in the front Walk in the club, hitting the blunt n***a this how we live for real No punchlines, I ain't even tryna stunt Roll up 4 cause we up in this ho In VIP, just for me and these hoes Not giving a f** who in this b**h Me, I got k**ers up in here though St. Claire n***as up in here though You already know, we got bread to blow Yea b**h, I'm hotter than Mexico So tell a bad b**h, give me head fa sho n***a this Chip, better learn my name Tryna stack my bread, tryna stay up in the game Tryna f** these hoes, make them tat my name Send a b**h home, don't give her no change Should've been a pleasure, f**ing with a boss If you don't choose me, b**h that's your loss Eating good, n***a Benihana with shrimp sauce Know y'all mad, hope you stay pissed off Me and my b**h getting tatted up outside Smoking that sh** that make you lose yo mind Swear to God this young n***a here gon' shine f** you all up, n***a I'mma get mine [Hook] x2