Lyrics out da window - Summrs

out da window

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah
I see you flexin' yo' bankroll
Okay, he flexin' for them hoes
FN 5.7 on my hip, I let it go
In a penthouse smokin' dope
She hit my phone every time I’m on the road
My nigga tryna' walk down sum', he ain’t shootin' out the window
Said she ain’t fuckin' onto us, then what she here fo'?
I’m sippin' promethazine, codeine, sippin' on big dope
And if I pull this bitch out my jeans, then I’m gon' start firin', ho
I with one of these niggas bitches in a Porshe 911 slidin' though
Thought you was gettin' active?
Now I’m in ya city, boy what you hidin' fo'?
In this bitch with a wrinkled shirt, but you know I keep that iron though
Can’t see no other niggas fuckin' with me like I’m blind, ho
I see you flexin' yo' bankroll
Okay, he flexin' for them hoes
FN 5.7 on my hip, I let it go
In a penthouse smokin' dope
She hit my phone every time I’m on the road
My nigga tryna' walk down sum', he ain’t shootin' out the window
Said she ain’t fuckin' onto us, then what she here fo'?
I’m sippin' promethazine, codeine, sippin' on big dope
And if I pull this bitch out my jeans, then I’m gon' start firin', ho
I with one of these niggas bitches in a Porshe 911 slidin' though (-Bitch, haha)
Bitch say that I’m broke, I’m like, 'What the fuck you lyin' for?
I ain’t one of them, I’m really him, one of a kind, ho
Let that bitch bang, let that bitch sang, I let the .9 go
Sippin' purple rain, got my cup stained
Yeah, that shit fa' shitshow'
We is not the same, we is not gang, you ain’t really him though
She only want the fame, she don’t want Dee, so I gotta let her go
Get my money, dance on these notes, yeah
I see you flexin' yo' bankroll
Okay, he flexin' for them hoes
FN 5.7 on my hip, I let it go
In a penthouse smokin' dope
She hit my phone every time I’m on the road
My nigga tryna' walk down sum', he ain’t shootin' out the window
Said she ain’t fuckin' onto us, then what she here fo'?
I’m sippin' promethazine, codeine, sippin' on big dope
And if I pull this bitch out my jeans, then I’m gon' start firin', ho
I with one of these niggas bitches in a Porshe 911 slidin' though
Thought you was gettin' active?
Now I’m in ya city, boy what you hidin' fo'?
In this bitch with a wrinkled shirt, but you know I keep that iron though
Can’t see no other niggas fuckin' with me like I’m blind, ho
Fasho