Chase Atlantic - OUT THE ROOF

Ayy
I just popped three in a row
Gasolinie what I smoke
Gas on E, we slide the door
Slide the door
Please don't try this shit at home

We send souls up to the sky
When we don't wanna talk it through
See us then you take your life
What the fuck you gonna do?

I got fifty rackies on me hangin' out my pants
And I'm hangin' out the roof, yea
I'mma put the burner on his ass
Make him dance
Making Jack
Bust a move, yea

I'mma scorch every motherfucker in the game
'Cause there's nothin' left to do, yea
Plus I got this vest on my body
So you know I'm feeling bulletproof

Yuh, we stay lit
We fuck bitches
Pop on pillies
That is it, yea
Holy moly, holy shit, yea
Me and and all my people heaven sent, yea

Yup
She just got her titties tucked, mhmm
Yup yup, fillin up a double cup with mud
Mhmm
Yuh, mix it up
Save that money, if you don't get none you're stuck
What the fuck

I'm at the top of my game
Perkys been killing my pain
I like to hide in my braids
Chopper beam blow off your brain
I go insane, I go insane, I go insane, yea
Look at my flamethrower, I'm throwin' flames

Bitch

Fifty rackies on me hangin' out the back of my pants
When I'm hangin' out the roof
I'mma put the burner on his ass
Make him dance
Making Jack
Bust a move, yea

I'mma scorch every motherfucker in the game
'Cause there's nothin' left to do
Plus I got this vest on my body
So you know I'm feeling bulletproof

Why waste time when you get high on the weekend?
Why waste when you get high when you can?
I'mma hit you again

I got fifty rackies hangin' out of the back of my pants
And I'm hangin' out the roof
I'mma put the burner on his ass
Get to chopping if he don't know what to do, yea

I'mma scorch every motherfucker in the game
'Cause there's nothin' left to do, yea
Plus I got this vest on me motherfucker
Bitch, I'm feeling bulletproof

Bitch, I'm bulletproof

Written by:
Christian Anthony, Mitchel Cave, Clinton Cave

Publisher:
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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