دانلود آهنگ OUT THE ROOF chase atlantic

Yeah, ay (ay) I just popped three in a row (popped three in a row) Gasolinie what I smoke (what I smoke) Gas on ‘E’, we slide the door (slide the door) Slide the door (slide the door) Please don’t try this shit at home (shit at home, shit at home) We send souls up to the sky (to the sky, to the sky) When we don’t wanna talk it through (talk it through, talk it through) See us then we take your life (take your life, take your life) What the * you gonna do? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I got 50 rackies on me hangin’ out my pants And I’m hangin’ out the roof, yeah (yeah, yeah) I’ma put the burner on his ass, make him dance Michael Jack, bust a move, yeah (yeah, yeah) I’ma scorch every mother*er in the game ‘Cause there’s nothing left to do, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Plus I got this vest on my body So you know I’m feelin’ bulletproof Yeah, we stay lit (we stay lit) We * bitches, pop on pillies, that is it, yeah (we stay lit) Holy moly, holy shit, yeah (holy shit) Me and all my people heaven sent, yeah, yup She just got her titties tucked, mhm, yup, yup Fillin’ up a double cup with mud, mm, mhm Yeah, mix it up (mix it up), save that money If you don’t got none, you’re stuck, what the *? Yeah I’m at the top of my game, yeah Percies been killin’ my pain, yeah I like to hide in my braids, shit Chopper beam blow off your brain, yeah I go insane, I go insane, I go insane, yeah Look at my flamethrower, I’m throwin’ flames, yeah (bitch) Yeah, 50 rackies on me hangin’ out the back of my pants While I’m hangin’ out the roof I’ma put the burner on his ass, make him dance Michael Jack, bust a move, yeah I’ma scorch every mother*er in the game ‘Cause there’s nothing left to do, yeah Plus I got this vest on my body So you know I’m feelin’ bulletproof, yeah Why waste time when you get high on the weekend? Why waste time when you get high when you can? I’ma hit you again (yeah, yeah), wait I got 50 rackies hangin’ out of the back of my pants While I’m hangin’ out the roof I’ma put the burner on his ass Get to choppin’ if he don’t know what to do, yeah I’ma scorch every opposition in the game ‘Cause there’s nothing left to do, yeah Plus I got this vest on me, mother*er Bitch, I’m feelin’ bulletproof Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Bitch, I’m bulletproof Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah, yeah