Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out the Gym, artist - Quando Rondo. Album song From the Neighborhood to the Stage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Never Broke Again, Quando Rondo
Song language: English
Out the Gym |
Ayy, ayy, woah |
(Pooh, you a fool for this one) |
With the Glock all in his pants |
He gon' walk out with the Glock all in his pants |
My shooter’s jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants |
Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands |
Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van |
Jump out gang, no we ain’t playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban |
Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran |
Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain’t playin' |
You say it’s up, bitch, what you sayin? |
Side of your house, that’s where we layin' |
When you walk out, we get to sprayin' |
Pussy bitch, no, I ain’t playin' |
Spin on their block, let off some shots, if we don’t hit we spin again |
The day I die, nobody cry, walk in the mall and spend a ten |
One Glock 40, two FNs, one got your name, two for your friends |
Young rich nigga in the Benz, Lord forgive me for my sins |
You rollin' with me, that’s a fact, nigga |
I catch you walkin' out of church on Sunday mornin' |
Best believe you gettin' stretched, nigga |
I’m in the streets, they’re on the internet |
Send some shots, we gon' send 'em back |
I’m startin' to think these niggas snitchin' |
When we spin, they never spinnin' back |
Everything that I rap, swear to God that I’m spittin' facts |
Hittin' winters on the run, I’m grippin' on the MAC |
My chain snatched, your brain snatched |
Glock 40 bullets, your name attached |
Face a nigga just for lookin' at |
I’m way up, ain’t no lookin' back |
Ol' pussy boy, who you lookin' at? |
Dope in the kitchen, we cookin' that |
My shooter’s jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants |
Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands |
Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van |
Jump out gang, no we ain’t playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban |
Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran |
Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain’t playin' |
You say it’s up, bitch, what you sayin? |
Side of your house, that’s where we layin' |
When you walk out, we get to sprayin' |
Pussy bitch, no, I ain’t playin' |
That life he claim, I swear we livin' that |
We takin', we ain’t givin' back |
My feelings, put 'em in the trash |
A hundred, got that shit in cash |
Bitch, we 'bout beefin' |
We hoppin' out of suburbans, midnight, we creepin' |
I’m steady screamin' out murder, tryna get even |
I’ma knock off your whole circle, on the way, we speedin' |
I’m in a rush just to murk you |
Livin' life real fast, movin' slow, I’m certain |
Two lines of lean, Adderall and Perks |
Cut 'em up a brick, then take their work |
Matte black Hellcat, nigga, wheel go skrrt |
Pull up, hop out, have your brain on the curb |
We steady be slidin' from sun up to sun down |
Slangin' iron for my niggas is fun now |
Catch you leavin' out the store and get run down |
No leg shot, you gettin' gunned down |
Straight head shot, big gun sound |
Fuck crime stoppers, we gon' hit their block up |
911, got one down |
My shooter’s jumpin' out the gym with a Glock all in his pants |
Only want two .38s, the place is payin' 30 bands |
Them shooters move on my command, I got 'em sticked up in the van |
Jump out gang, no we ain’t playin', face wrapped up, no Taliban |
Kick in your door to get them bands, my G hopped out, them niggas ran |
Spin on their block, let off some shots and let them boys know I ain’t playin' |
You say it’s up, bitch, what you sayin? |
Side of your house, that’s where we layin' |
When you walk out, we get to sprayin' |
Pussy bitch, no, I ain’t playin' |
You know |
R.I.P. |
Lil Sosa, you know |
It’s jump out gang forever, you know |
Free Lil Leeky, I just talked to him the other day on collect |
He ready to get back in the backseat too, bitch ass nigga |