Larry and The Loudies - We Out Here lyrics

[Hook] Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god! We out here, Yeah We out here! Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god! We out here, Yeah We out here! Hold your phones, Hold your phones, Hold your phones! We out here, Yeah We out here! Game strong, we tighten Riding, money money flying High mileage, I'm smiling, sighing Riding, money flying [Verse 1] I got a million bucks in the bank And I'm thinking that all of you rapper's are stank And I'm thinking that I am the best in the game Come on b**h, call me out by my name You know that we didn't do it for fame And trapping isn't lame, Understanding The best in the U.S Y'all rappers is useless This mixtape is fire I'm beating ya toothless C'mon and date me Call it abusive Strum so fast Hell, Larry is ruthless But y'all aren't taking it back We're taken the sk**s that you lack Then, running the train and attack We running the world and didn't take track Yeah, you know we out here Preaching real like Algiers Y'all wiggas gross like algae I'm taking proud heat Go irate on Mel Gibson levels Pa**ionate Christ and get y'all mental We so good that we don't need mentors Imma dig a grave for your mixtape Ain't fish for masters, alright, that's why I masturbate Hell yeah, we out here [Hook] Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god! We out here, Yeah We out here! Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god! We out here, Yeah We out here! Hold your phones, Hold your phones, Hold your phones! We out here, Yeah We out here! Game strong, we tighten Riding, money money flying High mileage, I'm smiling, sighing Riding, money flying [Verse 2] Oh that's another verse Play dead like a hearse Imma ride that sh** fast Spin the universe I get on, Destroy a beat Imma motherf**ing beast No cookies to eat Get in the chopper I am Arnold Commando and Terminator I gotta diss heading straight for a hater But that's a low blow Get ya nose in this coco Sip milk, horrorshow I laid it down though A drug tornado I ain't the radest I know I can rap the fastest I ratta-tat this Matter fact, get fastened I call out rappers like a job Hiring actors Shoot a flick, s** a dick Tell your other pastors Rolling on the fattest Puff puff pa** this It's right after Paint her white, and then get plastered Another round please Another strip tease I'm a boss, get on your knees I Jungle Jim these beats Holla at my crew Don't stunt, don't act a fool Take a hit, no slober; no spit Got you on the finest sh** Don't like it, you can split [Hook] Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god! We out here, Yeah We out here! Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god! We out here, Yeah We out here! Hold your phones, Hold your phones, Hold your phones! We out here, Yeah We out here! Game strong, we tighten Riding, money money flying High mileage, I'm smiling, sighing Riding, money flying