DJ Esco & Future – Bring It Out (feat. O.T. Genasis)


I could’ve got the wraith, but it can’t fit my hoes
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m killin’ niggas GYG, I put ’em in the hearse
Couple days in a month I hit a million

I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain
Got the 4488 you ain’t see yet
[Post-Chorus: Future]
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
Long clip beat hit his bitch, we can bang out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
Had a threesome with my bitch, put Chanel on her

I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
[Chorus: Future]
[Chorus: Future]
I got shooters on deck and its real fun
[Verse 1: O.T. Genesis]
Make the money come back like a lap nigga
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
I done had too much to drink I done fell on her
Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
Air 15, leave a nigga hold up
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
My bitch killin’ you hoes, you know she had it first
Took her to the crib, made her do yoga
Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash

I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
Got a lotta cash, still move fast
Why you talk behind my back you should act nigga

Genesis] [Verse 2: O.T.
I’m back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I’m still married to the game, got my ring, yeah
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key

I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
Double on motor on the motorola
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I’m addicted to the pace, I’m a trap nigga
[Post-Chorus: Future]
I’ll shoot it out with all these niggas I don’t give a fuck
Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one
I got a hundred niggas with me, I don’t give a fuck
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I got bitches I know that you ain’t seen yet
Got your main thing, took her to boa
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Whip that soda, ice like polar

I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key
Big face rollie, still rock
I got ’em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast
[Chorus: Future]