Out The Bowl

[Key!] Hello! [DJ Hoodrich Keem] Just in case y'all niggas didn't know We the man round here nigga! One time, lil lavish nigga (Hoodrich Bitch!) [Verse 1:Key!] When she give me head she gon' use both hands Hey! Hey! And ya know, hey, hey Im the man, hey Oh im in the club and im doing the stale face, ok Hey, why ya mad? Im just here to get the check please Hey, I need my check please! Try to check me, you gon need a check please! And the fuckin Glock become designer Niggas rockin' Glocks like that shit designer! Ok, if I pull mine ima fuckin design ya! Ok, leave you chopped up like some fuckin' lasagna Ok, keep the piece, i've been tryna keep the peace You can clear the fuckin' streets that's why im tryna keep the peace Ay, I got a money recipe [?] Ay, they can't work for you, hell, you can work for me [Hook x2: 21 Savage & Key!] She love me cause I get it out the bowl Ima real nigga rockin' real gold But little do she know I'm just tryna get her out them clothes [Verse 2: 21 Savage] Bitch! 20 bands in my hands ima make these bitches do the Macarena Ay, ima real street nigga, I be damned if I pay you for a feature! (21! 21!) Mamacita! I wanna meet ya! Smokin' reefer (gas! gas!), I keep my heater I met her in the club, I knew she was a cheater (cheating bitch) I can fuck you baby girl but I can't keep you Yeah, Ima liar, Ima dog, she a silly bitch She always call my phone with that silly shit! You ain't talkin money? hang the phone up (what?) You ain't talkin money nigga? hold up (what?) You ain't talkin money nigga? pour up (w-what?) Got it out the bowl with the cola [Hook x2]