OUT THE ROOF - Chase Atlantic

I got fifty 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 motherfucker 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 fuck 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 fuck?

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, fifty 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 motherfucker 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?

(Yeah, yeah)

Why waste time when you get high when you can?

(Yeah, yeah)

I’ma hit you again (Yeah, yeah), wait

I got fifty 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

(Do-do-do-do-do-do)

Plus I got this vest on me, motherfucker

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