Quavo - Out The Gym (Remix) lyrics

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Quavo - Out The Gym (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by Phenom Da Don] [Intro: Quavo] Migo Gang we in the building, yo Young boss n***a sh**, you know what I'm sayin'? Turn up Yo, jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jumpin', jump jump jumpin' My money always jumpin' out the gym No basketball though [Hook: Quavo] Jumping out the gym (x2) No Clyde Drexler money Jumping out the gym (x3) No Dominique money Jumping out the gym [Verse 1: Quavo] Money above the rim, Burberry Timbs Bands jumpin' out the gym, no Shawn Kemp Back then she ain't want me, now I got her salty Cause she seen Young Quavo flexed up in that Aston Martin Hurricane wrist, watch Young Quavo break the pot In the VIP shootin' nothing but money jump shots Can't nobody touch me cause my goons like secret service Pull up, pop the trunk, it's a flock of birdies Smokin' on purp James Worthy, (purp) Sippin' on pink like Kirby, (lean) I already know she thirsty So I put her in the kitchen dancing dirty I already know he a coward, I already know he sour He a snake in the gra** so I had to cut him off I call that Georgia Power We don't even kick it like that dog Quick to spray a n***a like Lysol Don't get mad at me cause I smashed your b**h Then I pa**ed her like Chris Paul Hell nah I don't need no label Hundred bands just sitting on the table Face card so good in da hood I could go kick sh** wit Blocc Gang in Decatur [Hook] [Verse 2: RiFF RAFF] Eighty piece teeth, Girbauds with the crease Aw sh** look who it is, the white Dominique Dominique Wilkins, more dough than Homer Simpson I can ball and tell more story than that Rumpelstiltskin I done shine different, but I still diamond glisten Wood wheel twistin', mysterious roof missin' 40K on wrist, and I'm ballin' fierce I done shot more jumpers than that Paul Pierce Or Kevin Garnett, 'cept I don't even break a sweat I'm flying learjet, all-gla** clear jet Me and Migos stackin' C-Notes, DJ Drama We on vacation, we skyscrapin' in East Bahamas [Hook] [Verse 3: Takeoff] No I don't really care, Dr. J Money jumpin' out the gym, Wilt Chamb Hook shot like ‘areem Abdul-Jabbar Or lay it up like Nate Archibald Twenty-one bands on me, Dominique Shoot a n***a lights out, Pistol Pete And I called them birds Beyonce ‘Cause they look good and you know they gon' sing Thirty birds call them Bernard King Got thigh, got breast, got wings Ripping jeans got studs on the denim I dropped three, it wasn't nothing, Reggie Miller Man I'm jumpin out the gym, Yao Ming You're short similar to a Pygmy A n***a keep a steel like Stockton Black and grey monster truck, David Robinson And the paint with the work out in Jers Got Larry Kush, Larry Birds Extendo with a whole three five Hugo cover up my eye Shooting jumpshot like Brent Barry, Kyle Korver, Jason Terry And if a n***a try to take my cash, no Pastor Troy, but we ready [Hook] [Verse 4: Trinidad James] Out the gym, straight to Lenox How I do's it n***a? Got a plug down in Louie, don't even use it n***a Got a plug in every city for my shoes n***a Walk in the store with straight cash, n***a no issue They like T-James! That's my n***a! You a real n***a bruh thats why we f** with ya My reply is always humble n***a never brag Tell that cute b**h, "Show me where them 'levens at!" You want them Jordans, n***a? I'm on the Air Mags Tryna ball with me ain't safe n***a air bag You sleeping on the fly n***a call it jet lag Money making moves n***a call it step back James [Hook]