Done Out Ere

Lyrics

[Intro] 67.. Most of you niggas and bitches are dun out 'ere [Chorus] So much niggas and bitches are dun out 'ere If you're talking 'bout the trap And you ain't even made 10 bags then you're dun out 'ere I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer Italian wear We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit I don't care but your bitch gone stare So much niggas and bitches are dun out 'ere If you're talking 'bout the trap And you ain't even made 10 bags then you're dun out 'ere I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer Italian wear We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit I don't care but your bitch gone stare [Verse 1] Most of you niggas are dun you tramps You fucking bums (Scavengers) Before we spent p's on designer We spent p's on numerous Got 2 L's from long time we been drenching 4 door trucks, rambo's and what? My young niggas doing up football He said shooting, scoring is fun All way eating with my gangnam's richer? We want more diamonds and what Peng ting from qway wanna night with me She want a day of life in the slums (But If I roll these Cali, buds on me) Then I'm sorry man, nuttin's going on I don't do long convos if it ain't money I'm gonna lock that off Stop, you ain't tryna talk no gwop Bitch, if you ain't no job Larga pack, find a way to make gwop or please be gone I'm tryna get rich so fast but it's talking way to long And she want's my dick so fast she comes so fast but takes so long [Chorus] So much niggas and bitches are dun out 'ere If you're talking 'bout the trap And you ain't even made 10 bags then you're dun out 'ere (I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer Italian wear) We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit (I don't care but your bitch gone stare) So much niggas and bitches are dun out 'ere If you're talking 'bout the trap And you ain't even made 10 bags then you're dun out 'ere (I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer Italian wear) We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit (I don't care but your bitch gone stare) [Verse 2] I put my hands on smoke way before I had me a Italian wear We was running wild niggas We posed to take down a fuck off bear Still wild, just Smarkz still target Head, chest, blow your hairs You don't wanna see Clickz with a clicker, clicking off over there (M stepped in with a buss down order mask to get) Money and war, my 6ixties stay sharp like Gillette Clips long like baguettes Mans old school like cassettes OSG day with a rambo cheffing up, don't forget I need my paper thicker even though it's thick It can't go thin Before rap it was OT scales and cling A rusty whip, done a million trips I made serious hits, now young niggas saving up serious cribs Leg', still gotta make some cash quick I ain't ever gonna pause this [Chorus] So much niggas and bitches are dun out 'ere If you're talking 'bout the trap And you ain't even made 10 bags then you're dun out 'ere I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer Italian wear We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit I don't care but your bitch gone stare So much niggas and bitches are dun out 'ere If you're talking 'bout the trap And you ain't even made 10 bags then you're dun out 'ere I put my hands on smoke way before I stepped in designer Italian wear We hit the club in my Nike Air tracksuit I don't care but your bitch gone stare