Showin Out lyrics

[Intro: Weiland]
f*ck it, let's shoot
Yeah, yeah
Ginseng

[Chorus: Weiland]
Bought that b*tch a Birkin bag for her birthday
If givin' head was a sport, she'd get first place
Dior boots on, look like I'm from outer space
If you talkin' sh*t, I spread them rackies in your face, yeah
-JPG her fit, damn, this b*tch got expensive taste-

[Verse 1: Yeat]
Boy, we got too much money
So, we throw it in her face, huh
Woke up LA, they sunny
Hold your spot, we gon' take your place, huh
On the block, got a chop', 'bout to double up
Got some demons on me, 'bout to trouble up, mm
In this sh*t, better shut your mouth (Ooh)
Up in the club with them hunnids, wе throwin' out

[Interlude: Yeat]
I fell in love with thesе drugs in the crib tonight
I fell in love, been addicted to drugs tonight
I fell in love, been addicted to drugs tonight
I fell in love, been addicted to drugs tonight
Throw that sh*t up (Throw that sh*t up tonight)
Throw that sh*t up (We gon' throw that sh*t up tonight)
Throwin' it up (Throw that sh*t up tonight)
Throwin' it up (We gon' throw that sh*t up tonight)
[Verse 2: Yeat]
Rock around in the club with it (Uh)
Oh yeah, we know you not with it (Uh)
f*ck it, I'm rockin' the fitted (Uh)
f*ck it, I'm runnin' my city (Uh, yeah-yeah)
Diamonds on my money, bankroll (Yeah-yeah)
Had to steal your b*tch, look at my ego
Yeah, been gettin' money, so they know my ego (Uh)
Gonna fly this sh*t, Taliban, feel like an eagle
Bust down my wrist, so it feel like an igloo
I showed you already, but you know this sh*t move (Ooh)
I've been on too many Xs, I feel like I'm dizzy, I got a cold

[Chorus: Weiland]
Bought that b*tch a Birkin bag for her birthday
If givin' head was a sport, she'd get first place
Dior boots on, look like I'm from outer space
If you talkin' sh*t, I spread them rackies in your face, yeah
J.P.G. her fit, damn, this b*tch got expensive taste