Um Out

Hook
Sometimes i swear these hoes, get so emotional
Without no explanation, guess we will never know
Without no hesitation, I grab my keys and go
I throw on the pieces, roll up reefis, wave like the beaches, crank up caprice
um out
Gone with the wind, Weed and Henny got a nigga zonin again
Girl trippin on me bout this phone shit again
Everything she say i dont i disown it again
I dont know what you talkin bout
Really on a nigga nerves gettin hard to pretend
I turn DJ Unk ans just walk out
Cuz i told myself that i would never argue again
Bend Corners bitch i always been a loner
I never need nobody besides my dad and my mamma
You stretching my like palaties with all of this fucking drama
And not to blow like a shotty i smoke myself to a coma
Good Marijuana Came straight from Cali
Designer everything got it all out of Bally
Got a 96 Caprice and i put it on some rallies
Cus when i race it on rims it kinda fuck up the balance
I am Hashtag baby you already know that getiing money is never ever an issue
I flag neighborhood, BMF, swish gang big chains gone make it real hard to miss
you
Big moves on the way and you only slow me down tryna talk another hole in my
head
So Ima hit the road for sho you gotta learn to control it more your feeling
fuckin up the bread
(HOOK)
We been back and forth for a long time, Disagreements girl i dont mind
But every day of this shit has got me hatin you bitch so now dont even hit my
phone line
Seems like everything I do it seems to make you sick, Im workin hard so you
dont pay for shit
Bout the smallest thang you throw a major fit, i dun had enuff i guess it over
wit
Out in the city got my real Cros with me, and we only 4 deep but its still
Rollin 60
And we lookin for the freaks on a mission for the kitty
Already got the weed now im bout to get litty
Hit up major flame, drop jewels with the homie the major game
Talk moves bout the money the major Rain
Gold tooth on a honey like Major Pain
I am Hashtag baby you already know that getiing money is never ever an issue
I flag neighborhood, BMF, swish gang big chains gone make it real hard to miss
you
Big moves on the way and you only slow me down tryna talk another hole in my
head
So Ima hit the road for sho you gotta learn to control it more your feeling
fuckin up the bread
(HOOK)