Bring 'Em Out - Clyde Carson

I won’t deny it

I’m a straight rider

Baby, wanna fuck with me?

On a late night, she just wanna creep

On her boyfriend, she just wanna cheat

Top down blunt lit, cup full

Fast lane turn, got us and off the half

Lane work.

Doing money while she on stage

They only know about cold lame champagne

But we ain’t at the club.

Don’t act right?

Have to actin up.

I’m in a muscle car

Seven deuce cup, keep the trap tight

Never loose enough, get shit done

Call shots, something new about the car lot

I type off, I get a hard time

Pull up, the car stall

All you see is, niggas having Uncle Whip shine

Stuntin on these niggas

Without tryin'

Stuntin on these hoes

They know I’m buying

It’s on me

We ain’t high

We bring 'em out

High cause

Champagne with hot broads

We bring 'em out

On call

Ready to go,

It won’t stall

Forget your heels

And lean back

Look, Liffie hot like a cage man

She want the real, I want the cash

She know the deal, don’t get her past

I smell like O.G.

Sipping codein

But I never slow it down

Still going o.t.

Doing hard in the game like it’s post-season

Ten chains on, no reason

Club life, Thug life

We brought the hoes out

So get right

Money fall a lot

The car swipe

Before this party

Bitch, real life

Club life

Club life, Thug life

We brought the hoes out

So get right

Money fall a lot

The car swipe

We hit the party

Pull up all thieves

All you see is, niggas having Uncle Whip shine

Stuntin on these niggas

Without tryin'

Stuntin on these hoes

They know I’m buying

It’s on me

We ain’t high

We bring 'em out

High cause

Champagne with hot broads

We bring 'em out

On call

Ready to go,

It won’t stall