I'm Comin Out

作曲：T.I. Feat. Young Dro,PSC

作词：T.I. Feat. Young Dro,PSC

Let's go all right

** don't even know i can't attack i

Can't i catch it

Pay attention

I can't do my thing don't be getting mad at me

They don't know nothing about that i'm here now you

This is my thing

I'ma show you how to do this ** right

If you ain't getting money then you a lame man

Two brain benz you cran twins with the true cane in

Necklace charms with the blue thangs in

Everybody step money to the coupes

Came in spin fashion wide

Prada to the drawers

Got them bricks pimpin' like domino

Don't walk it i reach it on you all

You got

Your hood like up cause all you all cold

Now who you know better than drove

** try to put ** get out of me

I promise they won't lie to me

Five fifty benz full of burgundy muagany

Heard of home shawty me and big late properly

Tell them that i'm hungry with pistols in my dungary

Try me and get made mafia conglomery

Pink man and pink gang the ** so summary

Got a couple choppers equipped into her armory

Honor me i am insane and full of game before i fold

I commit suicide like kurt cobain purple leave

School catch twitch

Twist all i need is a quick by a band of the branch

The ** always gotta pull the look in the punch punch

Why these ** always think they stunting west side

Running running

I'm sitting here counting my money trapping grinding

Spend it laying back on substance

Crack in the run keep that front sun

Remember i don't play no surrender

We run it every time we a sucker

See them boys they don't live them

Them boys keep the pistol on the muscle

The last thing you wanna do

Is just some ** pissing on **

Run around the world getting rich

But throw it at your girl ain't tripping

Tell you something about that we did it

Every city we done been it

Why you gotta cheat when you winning

Chrome wheels still be spinning

I don't feelthese ** got one shot kill a **

Boy i stay on automatic i'm such a baller

Habit for a millionnot your average

Most ** throw soul in the club with no cash yeah

And watch it back about them let them have a chopper

Got a running rapper with your gifts start static

My girlfriend sayshe just had to let me stab it

Now i got 'em both one back and forth i was savin'

I'm blowin' on the curb to the lean i don't fast

He ain't hard to see me takin' over like cali

But we still bring drama to the ** in the alley

He drove us the intro consider just a vanilla