Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song OUT THE ROOF, artist - Chase Atlantic.
Date of issue: 04.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
OUT THE ROOF |
I got fifty rackies on me hangin' out my pants |
And I’m hangin' out the roof, yeah (Yeah, yeah) |
I’ma put the burner on his ass, make him dance |
Michael Jack, bust a move, yeah (Yeah, yeah) |
I’ma scorch every motherfucker in the game |
'Cause there’s nothing left to do, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
Plus I got this vest on my body |
So you know I’m feelin' bulletproof |
Yeah, we stay lit (We stay lit) |
We fuck bitches, pop on pillies, that is it, yeah (We stay lit) |
Holy moly, holy shit, yeah (Holy shit) |
Me and all my people heaven sent, yeah, yup |
She just got her titties tucked, mhm, yup, yup |
Fillin' up a double cup with mud, mm, mhm |
Yeah, mix it up (Mix it up), save that money |
If you don’t got none, you’re stuck |
What the fuck? |
Yeah |
I’m at the top of my game, yeah |
Percies been killin' my pain, yeah |
I like to hide in my braids, shit |
Chopper beam blow off your brain, yeah |
I go insane, I go insane, I go insane, yeah |
Look at my flamethrower, I’m throwin' flames, yeah (Bitch) |
Yeah, fifty rackies on me hangin' out the back of my pants |
While I’m hangin' out the roof |
I’ma put the burner on his ass, make him dance |
Michael Jack, bust a move, yeah |
I’ma scorch every motherfucker in the game |
'Cause there’s nothing left to do, yeah |
Plus I got this vest on my body |
So you know I’m feelin' bulletproof, yeah |
Why waste time when you get high on the weekend? |
(Yeah, yeah) |
Why waste time when you get high when you can? |
(Yeah, yeah) |
I’ma hit you again (Yeah, yeah), wait |
I got fifty rackies hangin' out of the back of my pants |
While I’m hangin' out the roof |
I’ma put the burner on his ass |
Get to choppin' if he don’t know what to do, yeah |
I’ma scorch every opposition in the game |
'Cause there’s nothing left to do, yeah |
(Do-do-do-do-do-do) |
Plus I got this vest on me, motherfucker |
Bitch, I’m feelin' bulletproof |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Bitch, I’m bulletproof |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah |