Shout Out Lyrics – Curren$y
Singer: Curren$y
Title: Shout Out
They got cups in here? We might got some liquor
Damn
East side (Turn the beat up some)
Trauma Tone, uh
I could pull up with you a couple spots and have you poppin’
Open the door for you, I know everybody watchin’
Understand I got options and I place you on top ’em
But it’s your spot to lose
This life come with some rules, we laced in real jewels
Champagne ain’t nothin’ new, swear that’s just what we do
Whether the camera on or off, we still lookin’ cool
n#gg#s mad I been stuntin’, so I hear they huntin’
My OG hipped me to it, I know how y’all comin’
You come run up on me, I swear, you get laid out for nothin’
My homies down to slide for me ’cause they really love me, uh
Shout out my watch, it’s real, shout out my b#tch, she real
Shout out my hood, they real, shout out my label, it’s real
Shout out my watch, it’s real, shout out my b#tch, she real
Shout out my n#gg#s, they real, shout out my Phantom grill
East side on mine just like every time, lowriders outside
Got foreigns in a line because I can’t decide
Which one I’m tryna drive, I’m, like, too f#ckin’ high
But, yeah, I’m still gon’ slide, might take that sixty-five
I’ma pick you up, I might show you off
Put some diamonds on your neck, baby, f#ck the cost
We turnin’ heads when we walk, skin so soft
Leather so soft, adjustable exhaust, I’m cattin’ off
I told you I can show you what we go through
Now, baby, quit playin’ and come f#ck with a boss
We poppin’ Ace of Spades bottles for no reason at all
I was just checkin’ on you, that’s the reason I called (How you doin’, baby?)
I keep sh#t lit, that’s it, look at my wrist, that’s him
Look at my b#tch, God damn, b#tch got #ss like sheesh
I’m that n#gg# still, shout out my b#tch, she real
AP watches still, b#tch, I’m healthy still
Shout out my watch, it’s real, shout out my b#tch, she real
Shout out my hood, they real, shout out my label, it’s real
Shout out my watch, it’s real, shout out my b#tch, she real
Shout out my n#gg#s, they real, shout out my Phantom grill
East side on mine just like every time, lowriders outside
Got foreigns in a line because I can’t decide
Which one I’m tryna drive, I’m, like, too f#ckin’ high
But, yeah, I’m still gon’ slide, might take that sixty-five
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