G-Mike PM ENT - G-Mike PMEnt Out The Blue
It's like, niggas be with that out the blue hatin shit. What make it so bad mane it be niggas in yo own circle mane that shit crazy.
I had to cut off some haters, I had to run up my paper. Fuck with them opps be saying nigga. I had to ball like the Lakers. Memphis Tennakey where a nigga from. Go against gang cut off ya tongue. Bet some nigga pull out cha ones, say ya bout that action nigga pull out cha guns.
You niggas be lying Shit, Bald-head hoes be by that shit, knowing damn well you ain't flipping no bricks. Bout to get cha mammy door kicked in lil bih.
Hunnid sum niggas with cha but cha don't want smoke. Money in my pockets like I'm stealing out the store. Two-two-three hit ya dead in the kneecap left that boy walking like a bow legged hoe.
Nigga be talking straight cash. They cap. But ain't got no money. Haha Davis ass nigga, you funny.
Big fella I'm gunning. Took a vacation out the city. And then what? Came back niggas hating. Nigga ain't my fault ya broke. Why not? You should have got you some paper.
Took so many them losses and crosses, them blessings on blessings start falling through. Right now so focused on making that paper old bitches can't call me nor can they come through.
Stupid Bih run up, get done up like Megan and Tory my nigga we making the news. Allergic to niggas, fuck chasing these bitches, I'm chasing these figgaz fuck you and yo crew. Out The Blue.
It's like bitches be out the blue on a nigga dick and shit. But when you ain't on yo shit when you coming up, these bitches ain't nowhere to be found. Mane you know what? Fuck em! Then they come around they want to run shit. Ha! Yeah right! That shit crazy!
I smash the chick when I'm ready, told her babygirl we ain't steady. Shits not a game, not a gimmick. This dick here don't come with commitment. Want to show me that you real babygirl come spend some money babygirl show off them tities. Better yet babygirl since ya bad and boujee put this card in yo name show off them riches.
I ain't type of nigga post relationships on social media girl, aye fuck all your feelings. I'm the type of nigga hustle til I die, make that money multiply, trying to come up on a milli.
Tryna stack my money to ceiling.
Aye fuck you and them bad chillens.
Soon a nigga get cha hair done, throw it in these bitches face like a nigga out here been tricking.
I come from the city where bitches finesse. They fucking yo homies, a setup is next. You having no money they on to the next. They fucking for 40 and up nothing less. They smoking your weed and they fuck you the best. They turnt to the max, but nothing invest.
They having your baby yo life is a mess. Get caught up my nigga I wish you the best.
They take you to court when you living your best.
Child support coming with guns to yo neck.
Be careful my nigga when you got the best.
Just real my nigga I been through all dat.
Fuck taking them chances you better peep that.
Just real my nigga I been through all dat.
Just real my nigga I been through all dat.
Fuck taking them chances you better peep that.
Just ask about me in my city. They'll tell you what's up. Shits not a game not a gimmick. True story. Everything I just said was true. Everything I just said mane straight fact. No cap. Ain't no cap in my rap homie. Better ask somebody. Shit real out here. Out The Blue.
Written by:
Micheal Hawkins
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