Bring Em Out - Bodega Bamz, Flatbush Zombies, V Don

Tour bus looking like a brothel

Catching more bodies than Hostel

Flatbush Zombies put money in my pocket

If it’s war against them, I’ma pop it

Word like apostles

Kid from the ghetto listening to heavy metal, rock rolled in my sock

I ain’t never been afraid, renegade got bars like mess halls

Locked three meals in the cot, nigga, what?

Pussy at noon got me feeling brand new

When the sun come down, I’m leavin'

Fuck I look like?

A fool?

Throwing shade like cool, bitch don’t wake me up, I’m dreamin'

Puff, puff, pass, that’s old school

I’m getting yesterday’s paper, that’s old news

The way I’m programmed, I never hold hands

Straight business, first class, never the coach

I’ma handle the game the way I handle the coke

Hand to hand on Instagram, picture the post

Nigga, picture me broke, I got a pitcher of Henny

I know my liver be ready for adios, but I’m stuck like

I’m a sure thing, I don’t close call

I mean we all kings, but there’s one god

There’s one Allah, there’s one Jah, bless

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out

All them pussy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out

All them pussy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out

All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out

All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Now I pose for pictures, can’t fuck with you, be more specific

Cross me like when you beg forgiveness

I didn’t like your vibe so I kept my distance

Niggas do it all for the paper

Institution was made then strewn to little girls and boys

But now «the world is yours,» my nigga please

I done gross over a hundred G’s

That’s a lot of of money, still I’m screaming, «Fuck the police!»

In my motions I can’t pretend that I’m different than you

But nigga listen and pay attention when I make a move

Vision blurred, I don’t see no deterrence

But seeing the same niggas then saying the same words

Cycling that nature, puffing the same flavor

My niggas is Tanboys, original delegators

We ripping the floor panel and all

With a matter of force we go and handle you boys

We only family of course

Nobody ever gave a fuck about us, you never believed

Can’t believe they fucking doubted, now they can see

Child of the corn, Darko, freak off the leash

Rather unique, who art thou Van Gogh?

Randy Savage on beats, I bark proud, pitbull

If you break in my house he bark wild, fuck you talking 'bout?!

Lil nigga I spark proud, pop a band

Throw up bread, you should learned it by now

Make 'em say, «ugh,» then examine her mouth

Then it’s get to stepping, I’m kicking Pamela out (Get to stepping!)

That Tommy hold a lot of slugs might be a hundred rounds

Them Flatbush niggas a shmurda ya, rusty tre pounds

Shoot you and throw it in the air, like a cap and gown

I demand the throne and the crown, tell 'em I want it now (Ha!)

Hair swinging when I’m shooting like O-Dog in that movie

Zombie gang fully lucid, Bathing Ape, fully draped

GG Allin lucky I ain’t get to shit on his grave

Knuckle it behind bars like a prisoner in cage

Johnny Cage, black shades, hit off half yo face

My orange box-cutter make the world rotate

My orange box-cutter make the world rotate

On its axis, acid, sheets that ain’t for the mattress, bastard

I need a honor roll for this shit, I need a honor roll for this shit

Thank the Lord it’s lit, thank the Lord it’s lit

Hopping out a bodega, need a pack, never later, later

Flatbush, Tanboy stylin' (WHOO!)

All my niggas get lit like a chalice, all my niggas get lit like a chalice

Cookies in my blunt, liquor in my gut, most you niggas suck

I’m on top of the world like Brandy said

So high, so high like Michel’le

Feeling unstoppable every bone and my particles

In the cut blowing tropicals

And they said it’s impossible for a black young man to kill this shit

For a tan young man to kill this shit

So, more or less I do my thing

No stress, no crane, progression, mane

More or less we do our thing

No stress, no crane, progression, mane

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out

All them pussy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out

All them pussy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out

All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out

All them lying ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out

All them pussy ass niggas, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Where the hoes?

Where the hoes?

Bring 'em out, bring 'em out