Find Out Lyrics

She want to take a trip together to Cabo

But me I'm trying to get that murcielago

Foreign whipping I got tired of the Tahoe

It's a cold world careful coming outside tho

In the ghetto ain't no such thing as time outs

Trying to chill they start shooting your blinds out

We getting money we ain't here just to vibe out

Thinking shit sweet guarantee you gone find out

Two two three's and five five sixes new glock I can show u where to find switches

I like a semi automatics I'll find my target

I swear these new guys shooting like they high or retarded

I'm rapping what I lived I ain't trying be a artist

I let these little locals argue bout who the hardest

I'm trying to get a bag not a rep from this rap shit

Everything landing if you trying to get a pack sent

I been out west you can tell by the lingo

They call it za but it's really just indoor

Once again these rookies fucking shit up

They ain't in it for the bag they just want to be the plug

Rappers tuff on the gram but then get quiet as fuck

Yea come around the mob and watch them tails get tucked

Them fake ass chains got you looking like scrubs

Fake reps fake drank pills all the above

She want to take a trip together to Cabo

But me I'm trying to get that murcielago

Foreign whipping I got tired of the Tahoe

It's a cold world careful coming outside tho

In the ghetto ain't no such thing as time outs

Trying to chill they start shooting your blinds out

We getting money we ain't here just to vibe out

Thinking shit sweet guarantee you gone find out

I was out in Afghanistan yea I was watching them tracers

Thinking how I want to ball like the Indian Pacers

Keep my name out of all allegations

Have that next week don't be playing with my patience

Im a grown man so you better check your tone bitch

I might snap I got shit I'm trying to cope with

Loyalty she pick me over her own sister

Treat her like a goddess she might even get her toes licked

These streets wicked this shit ain't making no sense

Chasing these dollars we ain't following no trends

My bro son asking mommy where dad go

Middle of the summer why I'm making these sad songs

Ben frank turning wives into widows

These new bitches don't even take care of they kids

I'm really him I came up off of pillows

Racks in my jeans, two rubber bands in the middle

She want to take a trip together to Cabo

But me I'm trying to get that murcielago

Foreign whipping I got tired of the Tahoe

It's a cold world careful coming outside tho

In the ghetto ain't no such thing as time outs

Trying to chill they start shooting your blinds out

We getting money we ain't here just to vibe out

Thinking shit sweet guarantee you gone find out