BLAZE YA DEAD HOMIE - Out Tha Gate lyrics

rate me

Allow me to introduce myself

I'm Colton Grundy, in effect bitch

No need to excuse yourself

A little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible sight

But I milk your bitches titties, like a milk this mic

When I get right, ain't nobody getting shit

'Cause I'm gonna get so right, ain't gonna be nothing left to get

Out cold, but I got the balance, with even heat

'Cause if my talents don't provide, I got a gat under the seat (and that's real)

Too raw for some of y'all to feel

But that's just life, shuffle the cards and deal

And the wheels'll keep spinnin'

Ho's keep catching too many feelin's

And too many men are turning into women

That the world that we live in,

The world that I sit and spit in

And squeeze my ass where I can fit in, so just listen

Because I would never waste your time

But if you lend me your ear, then I promise to blow you're mind

I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)

Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)

Put some volume on that sound

Out the gate, make no mistake, the chain is severed

And the link's the only thing that's been holding me together

I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)

Lay your money down (put your drink on that ice)

Put some volume on that sound

(If you ain't come to party)

Show that ass to the door

(Man if you ain't come to party)

Then what the hell you here for

Better not be drama, I hate acting tight

Cut that ass like a director, and edit you like a re-write

Ain't nobody playing, filleting ya like a fish

So mind your own, and go attend to your drink, and your bitch

Cause it's Sid the DJ, is spinning right here

In him seven, eight bottles of beers, inside the Everclear

Got me feeling far from friendly,

Like you trying to push emotion on me

Becoming your new found enemy (better let it be)

I came to drink and ball (you're upsetting me)

Talking shit under your breath, little boy

I don't like bitches, or dudes that imitate 'em

So quit acting like a female, and speak up player

So what you wanna do, and why you looking at me?

So many girls in the house, with fine asses and titties

Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Come on)

Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Yeah)

I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)

Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)

Put some volume on that sound

Out the gate make no mistake, the chain is severed

And the link's the only thing that's been holding me together

I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)

Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)

Put some volume on that sound

(If you ain't come to party)

Show that ass to the door

(Man if you ain't come to party)

Then what the hell you here for?

They call me Grim fresh, I'm like the cream of the crop

The shit that starts on the bottom and just rise to the top

Too many of ya'll sound the same

While my style is infinity and uncapable to restrain

Off the chain and a short leash

Serving you salty on the biscuit and a two piece (soaked in chicken grease)

What it is, what it will be

You bark like a big dog, but we'll see

How many puppy bites, it takes to break skin

Well man, I'll break bread

While other rappers let go to their head, and wind up dead in a nightclub somewhere

Anywhere, ain't nothin' but thugs in here

I'm out the gate (Busted wide open)

Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice)

Put some volume on that sound

(If you ain't come to party)

Show that ass to the door

(Man if you ain't come to party)

Then what the hell you here for?

Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Come on)

Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Yeah)

Yeah