Shoutout dat boy

Lyrics

[Chorus] Uh, shout out, shout out, yeah (Fuck, fuck, fuck) Ha, shout out that boy Uh, shout out,shoutout that boy Shoutout, shout out that boy Yeah, shoutout that boy Yeah, yeah, shout out the gang Uh, we posted with them things, yeah We posted with them chops, yeah Thirty in my clip, it's extended, yeah Where the fuck the double cup? I pour up, yeah Pour up on the drank, I don't go to the bar Get took down, now your face got a scar Yeah, walk down, you see hundred-round when I forget out [Verse 1] Nigga get high like a blimp, we get beehive Black, so the hood cookout, we gon' match up Nigga got fake punchlines in his scrapbook I won't hit the bowl 'cause that shit makе me tired When thе pack come in the mail, shit wrapped up Free OG them out the cell, they need back out Told twin to come get the blunt 'fore I smoke it up Lil' twin won't say shit, his mouth taped up Bitch got white French tips, I'm finna lick them Nigga gon' run up some shit, yeah In the apartment, we got blicks, yeah Bitch see the chain, she get wet, yeah Nigga swing the strap like a vet, yeah And whole gang up next, yeah [Chorus] Ha, shout out that boy Uh, shout out, shout out that boy Shout out, shout out that boy Yeah, shout out that boy Yeah, yeah, shout out the gang Uh, we posted with them things, yeah We posted with them chops, yeah Thirty in my clip, it's extended, yeah Where the fuck the double cup? I pour up, yeah Pour up on the drank, I don't go to the bar Get took down, now your face got a scar Yeah, walk down, you see hundred-round when I forget out [Post-Chorus] Shout out that boy Uh, shout out, shout out that boy Uh, shout out, shout out that boy Yeah, shout out that boy [Verse 2] And them packs just touched down, perfect timin' Gotta slow down, the bop, this bitch runnin' Back wet, punch my heart, punch my stomach Grabba pull a nigga a part, put me under the bus Nigga wait in your bushes, we under your porch And the cup put me south, but the blunt but me north We just link in the trap, we ain't goin' back and forth I don't got emo drip, I'm a real trench boy We got too many straps, we smoke blunts in a horseshoe Pull out these hundos, yeah Your drip is not somethin' I wear Yeah, he cap, we gon' come over there Yeah, I woke up, count racks, yeah [Chorus] Ha, shout out that boy Uh, shout out, shout out that boy Shout out, shout out that boy Yeah, shout out that boy Yeah, yeah, shout out the gang Uh, we posted with them things, yeah We posted with them chops, yeah Thirty in my clip, it's extended, yeah Where the fuck the double cup? I pour up, yeah Pour up on the drank, I don't go to the bar Get took down, now your face got a scar Yeah, walk down, you see hundred-round when I forget out [Post-Chorus] Shout out that boy Uh, shout out, shout out that boy Uh, shout out, shout out that boy Yeah, shout out that boy (Plugg)