Im out Here - Dusty McFly, Big Sean, Danny Brown

Y’all should have a lil' nigga seminar

Look, I got some real niggas in the car

We 'bout to have a real nigga seminar

Look, you sleepin' get some NoDoz

Hit the set in cash, heavy bands, neph, I blow pros

Bitches taking photos of the Panamera 4-door

Yeah I’m flexin' wine, shit, but today is mine, bitch

Look, I’m Red Wing everything

(Man, I love that Red Wings chain)

Heavy thing

I can’t believe I done fed niggas

And they done turned around

And was some Fed niggas

If it ain’t about the profit, get the fuck on

If your bag ain’t exotic, get the fuck on

If you ain’t eatin' Benihanas, get the fuck on

Back the fuck back, lil' nigga, before I bust chrome

I’m out here (x 17)

Damn, what you on my dick for?

My nigga

That’s what I got your bitch for

Pull up to the club, ask that bitch what it’s hittin' for

Then I flex through

Looking like a walking lick though

I’m from Brightmo', I say Brightmo'

And my ice glow, lookin' like a light show

Fleez, what’s your ticket?

You don’t wanna know the price, bro

Ask Jose I love Cinco, de Mayo

Got your resume

I pulled your resume

Wouldn’t know what to do if I gave you a brick of llel'

Boy, why you on that bitch shit

You the type of nigga probably run and tell my bitch shit

That nigga got red

This jack in the frame

It’s like the chicken had eggs (whatchu mean?)

That’s how you triple that shit

Taxin' out of town niggas how I really got rich

Boy, I ain’t trippin' off no wrist work

Just give me a strainer

A mallet and a car, watch me ballin' like a Laker

Purps in that yellow but a pro, that’s what I shop with

If you ain’t got a dog, lil' fella you ain’t poppin'

You ain’t there yet, I can tell by your jewelry

I just play sweats, white T, flexin' two or three

Benzes, two or three, Bourbons

Nine or ten, choppers 'cuz fools make me

Nervous, asking all these stupid-ass questions like

Why weren’t you droppin', dawg?

Heard you got indicted, heard you caught another body part

Dawg you know I caught it, but I threw it back

Told the judge I’m at war

All that cash he cool with that, nigga