Flexhard Tre - Bring Em Out Lyrics

Yeah, niggas hoes don't trust em, that's why I keep it on the side
Niggas bitch don't love em, that's why I can never be near em
Niggas hoes don't trust em, bitches is bitches I love em
No bitches in front of me, bitch in front of me

Got a bitch, he bitchin' to couples, can you stay out my spot, don't trust ya
Had to blow up the spot while she cut you Niggas mixin' that white with the butter
Watch you hoes, they be f*ckin' each other 30-30, he know he a dub
Cheat on him, bitch, you know you in trouble But I swear I be mindin' my business

Still we missin' a point, so I fix it You can bet up on me, I'm the ticket
Shoot that boy in the city was risky Can't be fallin' off, now I gotta get it
Call my phone, cause you know I'm not wait' Got a R&B tape on the way
Caught that boy, cause you know he a stray Get a lock, put it right in his face

And them bitches be scared of a Jason Grab a Band, put it right in the basement
But you know not to go in them places, oh you thought you was doin' me favors
At the top, and I swear I can taste it At the bottom, you know you can't make it
Look at him, he a drinkin a purple And I know that he tired of em curvin

I don't care, get out of my circle And these bitches, they playin' my circle
Better stop wit the glock he a hurt you And I know in that spot it is nervous
But I told her, come get on them cadence And she ride on my back cause you crazy
And I told her, come give me a baby Got the swingin' on 12 and they tase me

He was high, he was right in' that attic Kept him right in that room it was padded
You was runnin' when you know you had dragged it They was sittin' there colorin caskets
Better duck, cause you know he a shooter Need to quit worryin' bout what I do
Got a squeegee, he Fiji, it's new They ain't stoppin' from breathin', it's cool

He was all in the pool with a heater Black and white amiri jeans, he a zebra
Had to f*ck up the bottle, a liter While you keep droppin' drank in that liter
If you flyin' behind, I'll leave ya Baby steps cause he feel like he creepin
Hit that boy in his head, I'm a teacher And I know that they hate how I'm speakin

Talkin' Creole, she love how I'm speakin' Body dead, they was findin' the pieces
Get the head cause I don't wanna keep it She was grabbin' the head, but she squeezed it
Ain't no phone, I'ma talk to you later Had to talk to my man, he the major
Gotta put him in square, he a cable Man, I swear I don't listen to nothin

Kissed a gun, I was wishin' for somethin' What you doin', you lickin' on somethin
She had block me, but she said she don't like me And her nigga can't do shit, I'll fight him, yeah