Out the Bowl

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Huh Hold up, hold on, hold on, hold on Room one, pop And my nigga Thug in this motherfucker Turn it up, son Cut it up a lil' more Feel like I'm sleepwalkin' (Yeah) Sleep talkin' [Verse 1: Gucci Mane and Young Thug] Cut my bitch off, wash my dick off in a bitch mouth (Go 'head) Make her kiss your boy, you ain't ride, so you bitched out (Mwah, mwah) Shawty so fine that I can't put the bitch out (Woah, yeah) But she got me pissed off, damn, I should've tricked off (Woo, woo, woo) Slick sauce on my clique boss, this ain't Kriss Kross (Nah) Brick loft, get it off like the real Rick Ross (Ha) 1017 boss, bitch, call me Gold Mouth (Guwop, Guwop) Big Guwop in the house and he showed out (Woah, woah, woah) Disrespect Brick Squad and you get drug out (Ha) And every time I limp down the street, that's a plug walk (Woah) Gucci used to be the shiznit, can he still lift? (Yeah) Ten tell ten that I gave your bitch ten pills (Woo) Ten in her body and the face, can't sit still (Yeah) Sorry to say that I know where your bitch live (Wow, hah, ayy) Gucci used to be a rich man and he still is (Damn) Bag it wrong, I'ma show 'em what the deal is (Woah) Rollin' like a motherfucker, four or five X pills (Woo) She make me say, "My my my," tryna kizzill [Chorus: Young Thug] Woah, woah, woah (Woah-woah, woah-woah) We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Fish scale, huh) Fifteen hundred comin' out a nigga' nose (Ew, skrrt) Spent thirty thousand dollars on her clothes (Woo, cash out today) Woah, woah, woah (Yeah, baby) We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Okay-kay) Fifteen hundred comin' out a nigga' nose (Yeah) Spent thirty thousand dollars on her clothes (Yeah, Thugger) [Verse 2: Young Thug] Brand new Bentley (And what?) Young Thug gettin' it (And what?) Her hair extended (Woo) My clip extended (Grraow) Me and her twinsies (Hey, bae) Ferragamo and Fendi (Woo, woo) Jimmy call for the Lindsay's (Woo, woo) Mouth gold, no penny (Hey) Gotta keep up my image (Why?) So therefore I got birds flying Birds over your head (Brrr) No pretending, I got plenty (Blatt, uh) Freeze, bitch, get in position (Yeah) Knees (Knees), please (Please), suck me 'til I'm empty (Woah) S-double-M (Blatt), we gon' squeeze it 'til it's empty (Murder) They are like Arthurs, we are like Binkys (Rrrr) Thousand for my cologne, never catch me stinky (Wow) Ooh, look at her winky at young me, oh my, G (Haha) [Chorus: Young Thug] Woah, woah, woah (Woah-woah, woah-woah) We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Fish scale, huh) Fifteen hundred comin' out a nigga' nose (Ew, skrrt) Spent thirty thousand dollars on her clothes (Woo, cash out today) Woah, woah, woah (Yeah, baby) We got that fish scale jumping out the bowl (Okay-kay) Fifteen hundred comin' out a nigga' nose (Yeah) Spent thirty thousand dollars on her clothes (Yeah)