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letra de out the gate - rum nitty

[hook]
out the gate
we ain’t for no games, ain’t no duckin’ feds
need a plate
n-gg-s runnin’ plays, they be bustin’ k’s
run it up
make you ándale, you just in the way
b-tch i’m paid
pockets full of stones, think i’m ugk

fiji on my chain, got me on my way
my b-tch got them legs, then she swung the blade
slide ’em like a sled, you be d.o.a
do the same thing, b-tch we count like spades

[verse 1]
prolly slippin’
he ain’t heavy with ’em, he ain’t want no fishin’
left em’ leakin’
dirty how they did ’em, pull off something tinted
talkin’ “never did it”, we be in the trenches
big extension
hangin’ out my pilly stick, that’s how i clip it
we be runnin’ plays, out here duckin’ feds
ain’t no game
run up 20k, put that on yo’ head
k!ll those feds
drop a bag off, they blow yo’ -ss off
on my soul
ain’t just rap talkin’, they let mags off
shoot the fifty
with the lefty on em’, zach randolph
shoot the n-gg-
for a group of techs, then he ran off
you should watch your mouth, you got a gl-ss jaw
off the plate
tell me who need base, pitch a fast ball
i’m from thomas
that’s where they be mobbin’, only f-ck with squadrons
they be wilin’
t’d up when they slidin’, clean that sh-t like comet
f-ck with honor
i don’t do no talkin’, keep the call to silence
they be tellin’, keep them hoes from ’round us, put that sh-t on momma

fiji on my chain, got me on my way
my b-tch got them legs, then she swung the blade
slide ’em like a sled, you be d.o.a
do the same thing, b-tch we count like spades

[verse 2]
bustin’ jugs
try me if you could, run you out yo’ hood
bust yo’ head
see more blood than suge, smoke you like a ‘wood
b-tch i’m workin’
cut up like a surgeon, it’s that time no curfew
i be splurgin’
spend it ’cause i earn it, on my wave i’m surfin’
n-gg-s snakes
i don’t f-ck with serpents, cut you out my circle
stay from ’round me
i might have to burn you, i’mma close your curtains
get yo’ b-tch
she be actin’ thirsty, she just wanna slurp me
off of molly
that lil’ hoe go’n top me, she go’n do it urgent
i’m the man b-tch
only gas lit, don’t pop no xans b-tch
fast whip
i might crash it, do the dash b-tch
you love the hoe
that’s my last b-tch, yeah she past tense
cashed in
on my last fist, secure the bag sh-t
dog food
we got black tar and some tan sh-t
soft white
that sh-t off-white, look like dandruff
that’s how we roll, all my brothers keep a nino
t up on ’em, i go beast mode
big extended, it’s a 3’0
b-tch!

- rum nitty

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