Out Dat Raq

Lyrics: Jalen Jones/James Therrien/Kyler Mathis/Laurence Wilson Music: Jalen Jones/James Therrien/Kyler Mathis/Laurence Wilson Uh, Bow, bow, bow Vibin', bitch you know I'm on tha Uh, uh, yeah (Bow) Uh, uh, yeah (Bow, bow, bow, let's go) You on raq shit? I'm on that raq shit Yeah, I'm on that raq shit Yeah, I'm on that raq shit Yeah, I'm on that raq shit That MeechyBaby Yeah, I'm from Baton Rouge, I'm out that Raq, yeah Big ole bag, I'a drop it get you whacked, yeah I been a slime, been out my mind, I been like that, yeah Southside baby, Bottom baby, live like that, yeah All that Instagram shit gon' get you put up Seventeen in the Glock, searchin', stalkin' wit' my nigga All them attempted murders, come hit somethin' Must be shootin' in the air, you dumb bitches never hit nothin I found the bitch and walked 'em down, we ain't shootin' out no windo We gon' slide on 'еm, put that iron on 'em, yeah Send a bad bitch, I'm gon' make her slime on 'e Got Lil Steve lookin for 'em like he got a warrant on 'em All you bitches rats, we ain't beefin wit' a foreigne I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I was way in California Sendin' pounds to that raq, got that shit like Rick [?] In the studio and start thinkin' 'bout Lil Artist and start goin' in Died in my face, that lil nigga was like my best friend In New Orleans the Seventh Ward, I'm clutchin' bad wit' this FN I'm cutthroat like Soulja Slim, bitch I'll probably whack my bestfrien Isotal, Mannitol, bitch you know I'm always steppin Pay my bills of rap money, I'm catchin' sell in the backend In the backend, in the backend Ten thousand in my pockets, this ain't come from rappin' Catchin' sells in Gardere, pull up by Beatrice (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, I just drop a bag by Beatrice Oh, we gon' slide on 'em, put that iron on 'em, yeah Send a bad bitch, I'm gon' make her slime on 'e Got Lil Steve lookin for 'em like he got a warrant on 'em All you bitches rats, we ain't beefin wit' a foreigne I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I was way in California Sendin' pounds to that raq, got that shit like Rick [?] I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I was way in California (Yeah) I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I was way in California Hold on, we gon' slide on 'em, put that iron on 'em, huh Oh, we gon' slide on 'em, put that iron on 'em, huh I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I was way in California I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I was way in California I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I was way in California No murder, I was way in California, huh