Authenick - Find Out

That boy Alex got the sauce
Find out, you gotta find out
I beat the odds had to round out
I need my backend when I count
I hit that bitch with a roundhouse
Don't know where she from, think it's Moscow
When I step out, bring the plugs out
I done moved on ain't no love now
Find out, you gotta find out
Pull up we jumping the line now
No way they stopping the shine now
We go retreat, send em back to the streets
I want it I get it I know it's in reach
Cut that boy off he a leech
I'm cashing out don't need a receipt
When I'm with shawdy she make me complete
But I can't get attached send her back to the streets
I drip when I walk I'm making a leak
I see how you move you think I ain't peep
Take em to the school the way that I teach
She say that I'm cool I got her in heat
I took a flight got off on my feet
These niggas ain't right, it's easy to see
She said she proud of me like I'm designer
She wanna sit on it like a recliner
I had to find out that I had to find her
I'm tryna hit from the back get behind her
My ex just be hating you ain't gotta mind her
She won't tell you I took her out of that Honda
Me and you just like Cosmo and Wanda
SSU I linked up with a Allanah
She eat it up like dessert
I had to find out then go on the search
It's a new wave I'm making it work
It's a new wave yeah I made it first
She put the glock in her purse
I wanna run it up travel the earth
I already know that old nat is my turf
Before it got better it had to get worse
Find out, you gotta find out
I beat the odds had to round out
I need my backend when I count
I hit that bitch with a roundhouse
Don't know where she from, think it's Moscow
When I step out, bring the plugs out
I done moved on ain't no love now
Find out, you gotta find out
Pull up we jumping the line now
No way they stopping the shine now
We go retreat, send em back to the streets
I want it I get it I know it's in reach
Cut that boy off he a leech
I'm cashing out don't need a receipt
I'm really gone have to remind them new buss down it's perfect timing
I'm really a god in my city they do what I say just like I'm Simon
I really been living life like I'm a bachelor
Sipping on drink same color lavender
When it come to getting money they know I'm no amateur
Picking up bags to practice my stamina
Let me find out your designer fake
Let me find out them your partner clothes
Let me find out you be pillow talking
All that putting on for all the hoes
Ain't gotta say nothing better ask about me
You mad about a bitch I'm focused on the check
And my fault that ass all on me
Married to the money holy matrimony
Ain't bring nothing to my table gotta cut you off your time is up
Ever since I got a bag I seen new faces popping up
We really came from shit I gotta throw my diamonds up
Put it on since a toddler yeah
Fresh as fuck at the sharpener
Find out, you gotta find out
I beat the odds had to round out
I need my backend when I count
I hit that bitch with a roundhouse
Don't know where she from, think it's Moscow
When I step out, bring the plugs out
I done moved on ain't no love now
Find out, you gotta find out
Pull up we jumping the line now
No way they stopping the shine now
We go retreat, send em back to the streets
I want it I get it I know it's in reach
Cut that boy off he a leech
I'm cashing out don't need a receipt

Written by:
Alex Crawford, George Ramirez, Nicholas Maddox

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