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DJ ESCO – Bring It Out Lyrics ft Future x O.T. Genasis

DJ ESCO – Bring It Out Lyrics ft Future x O.T. Genasis

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Bring It Out Lyrics by DJ ESCO ft. Future & O.T. Genasis

[Hook/Chorus – Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
F–k what you talking ’bout n—a, we gotta bang it out
I keep my b—h in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

[Post-Hook/Chorus – Future]
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we putting you out
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah

[Verse 1 – O.T. Genesis]
Whip that soda, ice like polar
Double on motor on the motorola
Got your main thing, took her to boa
Took her to the crib, made her do yoga
I got b—–s I know that you ain’t seen yet
Got the 4488 you ain’t see yet
These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain
I’m back and forth with my b—–s like a tennis game
I’m killing n—-s GYG, I put ’em in the hearse
My b—h killing you hoes, you know she had it first
I got ’em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast
I could’ve got the wraith, but it can’t fit my hoes
I came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key
I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key
I’ll shoot it out with all these n—-s I don’t give a f–k
I got a hundred n—-s with me, I don’t give a f–k

[Hook/Chorus – Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
F–k what you talking ’bout n—a, we gotta bang it out
I keep my b—h in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

[Verse 2 – O.T. Genesis]
Big face rollie, still rock
Air 15, leave a n—a hold up
Got a lotta cash, still move fast
Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash
I’m addicted to the pace, I’m a trap n—a
Why you talk behind my back you should act n—a
Make the money come back like a lap n—a
Treat you like you did good cause I clap n—-s
I got shooters on deck and its real fun
Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun
Heard you got a b—h n—a, get a real one
Couple days in a month I hit a million
I done had too much to drink I done fell on her
Had a threesome with my b—h, put Chanel on her
I’m still married to the game, got my ring, yeah
Long clip beat hit his b—h, we can bang out

[Hook/Chorus – Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
F–k what you talking ’bout n—a, we gotta bang it out
I keep my b—h in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

[Post-Hook/Chorus – Future]
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we putting you out
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah

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