Outro lyrics

[Intro: Yung Mal]
1'5, yeah

[Verse 1: Yung Mal]
Break down the block, throw the gun out
Fishtail then I burn out
f*ckin' this ho, my gun out
We got that bag, it's never gon' run out
Blessed lil bast*rd, I been through a lot
My Balmains saggin', this thirty it poke out
We them young n*ggas come straight out the pot
Don't play with that cash, I'm spinning your block
Ain't doin' no talkin', the case gettin' dropped

[Verse 2: Lil Quill]
Make sure you're locked, I got 'bout thirty hangin' out the Glock
Pull up in the foreign, I let go the top
I bought a watch, it cost a house
I want that cheese like a mouse
I stuffed that sh*t right in my pouch
I want that cash and I'm talkin' right now
And I'm rollin' backwoods out the pound

[Verse 3: Yung Mal]
I can't speak on these hoes, these b*tches some letdowns
We got that work, talkin' best in the town
sh*t get difficult in the streets, don't drown
Can't put no trust in them folks 'cause they foul
Fah-fah-fah, it's a man down
Hit the plug, 1'5, whole gang sprayin' rounds
These n*ggas broke, got they hand out
These n*ggas go soft, like b*tches they talk
Yung Mal be wipin' they nose
[Verse 4: Lil Quill]
My neck it's flooded with gold
I got your b*tch on the stove
Got that ho whippin' up blow
I ran up a check at the store
'Cause I get them bags for the low
If Mal pull up with a hundred rounds
You know that he wipin' your nose

[Verse 5: Yung Mal]
1'5, Candler Road on the coat
I ain't rollin' white flags, n*gga I want that smoke
We havin' this sh*t, we don't brag, we don't boast
I hop in that Jag, do the dash and get ghost
These n*ggas blind to the sh*t, they be lost
This sh*t didn't come easy, young n*gga paid cost
Stayed down for this sh*t, put them racks in the vault
Take my licks like a man, now I live like a boss
Young n*gga done came out that hole
Yeah I do this sh*t for my bros
Still up, n*gga swingin' the door
Yeah all of this dope gotta go

[Verse 6: Lil Quill]
Live from the dope hole
I put my wrist in the bowl
Chasin' this money, we ain't chasin' no hoes
Kick the lil bitty b*tch out of the door
I know these lil n*ggas fold
So I do that dirt on my own
These lil n*ggas worser than hoes
That's why I keep one in the nose
Thirty rounds in my clip, b*tch
Run up on me you can dip, b*tch
East side, we flip sh*t
1'5, Zone 6 sh*t