OUTTHEROOF

OUT THE ROOF (Explicit) - Chase Atlantic

Lyrics by：Clinton Cave/Mitchel Cave/Christian Anthony

Composed by：Clinton Cave/Mitchel Cave/Christian Anthony

Eah ay ay

I just popped three in a row popped three in a row

Gasolinie what I smoke what I smoke

Gas on E we slide the door slide the door

Slide the door slide the door

Please don't try this s**t at home

S**t at home s**t at home

We send souls up to the sky

To the sky to the sky

When we don't wanna talk it through

Talk it through talk it through

See us then we take your life take

Your life take your life

What the f**k you gonna do yeah yeah yeah yeah

I got fifty rackies on me hangin' out my pants

And I'm hangin' out the roof yeah yeah yeah

I'ma put the burner on his a*s make him dance

Michael Jack bust a move yeah yeah yeah

I'ma scorch every motherf**ker in the game

'Cause there's nothing left to do

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Plus I got this vest on my body

So you know I'm feelin' bulletproof

Yeah we stay lit we stay lit

We f**k b***hes pop on pillies

That is it yeah we stay lit

Holy moly holy s**t yeah holy s**t

Me and all my people heaven sent yeah yup

She just got her titties tucked mhm yup yup

Fillin' up a double cup with mud mm mhm

Yeah mix it up mix it up save that money

If you don't got none you're stuck what the f**k yeah

I'm at the top of my game yeah

Percies been killin' my pain yeah

I like to hide in my braids s**t

Chopper beam blow off your brain yeah

I go insane I go insane I go insane yeah

Look at my flamethrower

I'm throwin' flames yeah b***h

Yeah fifty rackies on me hangin'

Out the back of my pants

While I'm hangin' out the roof

I'ma put the burner on his a*s make him dance

Michael Jack bust a move yeah

I'ma scorch every motherf**ker in the game

'Cause there's nothing left to do yeah

Plus I got this vest on my body

So you know I'm feelin' bulletproof yeah

Why waste time when you get high on the weekend

Why waste time when you get high when you can

I'ma hit you again

Yeah yeah wait

I got fifty rackies hangin'

Out of the back of my pants

While I'm hangin' out the roof

I'ma put the burner on his a*s

Get to choppin' if he don't know what to do yeah