Tre $tyles - Out Da Gate Lyrics

StRaight out the gate I'm from the Boondocks like I'm Huey & Riley
Im making moves like Uhaul keep it Gangsta we moving in silence
A young nigga fresher than trident
If he fly then he call me the pilot
He a clone he be Drippin just like me
Money callin you that I'm slidin
Want somebody she can confide in
I want me some cheeks Just to slide in
Young nigga Hot like some cayenne
I'm from the hood but I'm high end
Walkin with steppers like shoes
Basically sayin a young nigga I'm tied in
They looking for smoke ian hiding
Just look in the sky I'm the flyest

This shit exquisite
Please mind yo business
I need my green like Popeye need his spinach
You coming up short money looking midget
Go get yo check up like you at the clinic

All eyes on me when I walk in the building
(Watch this drip baby, watch this drip)
Stackin this bread all the way to the ceiling
(Stack them chips, nigga stack them chips)
Another day another dollar
More problems more choppas
Middle finger to the coppers
Street locked no Rasta
Phone Boomin like it's metro
With the big dogs no petco
Strap stuck to me like Velcro
When I'm in the field you a scarecrow

Straight out the gate
Straight out the gate
Straight out the gate
Straight out the gate

Straight out the gate
A young Nigga having his way
Straight out the gate
I'm tryna go and get paid
Straight out the gate
She wanna f*ck told her give me the face
Straight out the gate
When I step ima drip everyday
Straight out the gate

I been in my bag Dont mind me
I can move without talkin I'm miming
From the bottom we up I been climbing
I been patient it's all about timing

Only talkin bout money
Ian speakin Ebonics
Money come fast like the drive thru at sonic
She hooked on my dick like she hooked up on phonics
Put dick in her neck while I grip on her bonnet
Hit from the back grabbing tracks while she running
You can't finesse a finesser
If she want the dick ima bless her
Glock and some racks on the dressser
It's whatever whoever whenever
If it ain't bout no racks ain't no pressure
Gone get yo ass sent like a letter
Shid
Gone pour me up in this bitch
Double my cup in this bitch
Aye can we smoke in this bitch
Fye that shit up in bitch
I snuck my glock in this bitch
Ian with that fighting and shit
Keep me some tools but Ian fixing on shit
Boy you better get right in this Bitch

Straight out the gate
Straight out the gate
Straight out the gate
Straight out the gate

Straight out the gate
A young Nigga having his way
Straight out the gate
I'm tryna go and get paid
Straight out the gate
She wanna f*ck told her give me the face
Straight out the gate
When I step ima drip everyday
Straight out the gate