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Out the 16 Video (MV)




Performed By: EzMoney Wop
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: Evan Thomas




EzMoney Wop - Out the 16 Lyrics




Fresh and flossin I'm pristine
Styrofoam fulla dirty dat clean lean
Im rollin my gas out the 16
Yea blowin og got my eyes bleedin
Gettin hefty i been puttin some cake up
2 am trapping i gotta stay up
Slim chance that u ever gon play us
Off the pack i don't gotta weigh up

If i step in the booth I'm goin full throttle
My flow ain't no semi this bih fully auto
Bitch spilled my cup made her buy me a bottle
Aint talking no liquor 16 of dat wock
He go w his move his ass gettin popped
Lil bro let it rip i ain't eem see em cock
We seen this before so we spoiled the plot
I'm makin it shake so i kno it's gon pop
They kno who i am when i walk in the spot
There go dat boy Wop yea he stay w a knot
Heard his trap jumpin like a grease in pot
We run up in there then we prolly get shot
Seen them boys ridin every one em had glocks
The last nigga that tried it put up like a prop
Yea they kno what i do so i that they watch
Shit that i got niggas dream they can cop

My bro caught he lost all his feelings
Swear gettin money turn him to a villian
I'm wheelin n dealin tryn run up a million
Turn tree into paper like sawmill
Trap in my blood it ruin in my veins
That mean could go get em off still
Flip packs my gas doin cartwheels
Feds kicked door twice i never squealed
F*ck it im guilty i ain't appeal
Sat down did my time bussin spread meals
Came home trap runnin like treadmills
Cheese moldy i need all that bread still
Ain't hit i fasho got the head still
Smoke gas in the hills like a hippie
Run up on me that's where it get tricky
Cuz bro in the back got a dick on the blicky
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Fresh and flossin I'm pristine
Styrofoam fulla dirty dat clean lean
Im rollin my gas out the 16
Yea blowin og got my eyes bleedin
Gettin hefty i been puttin some cake up
2 am trapping i gotta stay up
Slim chance that u ever gon play us
Off the pack i don't gotta weigh up

If i step in the booth I'm goin full throttle
My flow ain't no semi this bih fully auto
Bitch spilled my cup made her buy me a bottle
Aint talking no liquor 16 of dat wock
He go w his move his ass gettin popped
Lil bro let it rip i ain't eem see em cock
We seen this before so we spoiled the plot
I'm makin it shake so i kno it's gon pop
They kno who i am when i walk in the spot
There go dat boy Wop yea he stay w a knot
Heard his trap jumpin like a grease in pot
We run up in there then we prolly get shot
Seen them boys ridin every one em had glocks
The last nigga that tried it put up like a prop
Yea they kno what i do so i that they watch
Shit that i got niggas dream they can cop

My bro caught he lost all his feelings
Swear gettin money turn him to a villian
I'm wheelin n dealin tryn run up a million
Turn tree into paper like sawmill
Trap in my blood it ruin in my veins
That mean could go get em off still
Flip packs my gas doin cartwheels
Feds kicked door twice i never squealed
F*ck it im guilty i ain't appeal
Sat down did my time bussin spread meals
Came home trap runnin like treadmills
Cheese moldy i need all that bread still
Ain't hit i fasho got the head still
Smoke gas in the hills like a hippie
Run up on me that's where it get tricky
Cuz bro in the back got a dick on the blicky
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Writer: Evan Thomas
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