​out da window lyrics

[Intro]
(What do you desire?)
(b*tch, haha)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah

[Chorus]
I see you flexin' your bankroll
Okay, he flexin' for them hoes
FN Five-seveN on my hip, I let it go
In a penthouse smokin' dope
She hit my phone every time I'm on the road
My n*gga tryna walk down some', he ain't shootin' out the window
Said she ain't f*ckin' none of us, then what she here for?
I'm sippin' promethazine-codeine, sippin' on big dope
And if I pull this b*tch out my jeans, I'm gon' start firin', hoe
I'm with one of these n*gga's b*tches in a Porsche 911 slidin' though
Thought you was gettin' active? Now I'm in your city, boy what you hidin' for?
In this b*tch with a wrinkled shirt, but you know
I gotta keep a iron though
Can't see no other n*ggas f*ckin' with me like I'm blind, ho
I see you flexin' your bankroll
Okay, he flexin' for them hoes
FN Five-seveN on my hip, I let it go
In a penthouse smokin' dope
She hit my phone every time I'm on the road
My n*gga tryna walk down some', he ain't shootin' out the window
Said she ain't f*ckin' none of us, then what she here for?
I'm sippin' promethazine-codeine, sippin' on big dope
And if I pull this b*tch out my jeans, I'm gon' start firin', hoe
I'm with one of these n*gga's b*tches in a Porsche 911 slidin' though (b*tch, haha)
[Verse]
b*tch said that I'm broke, I'm like, "What the f*ck is you lyin' for?"
I ain't one of them, I'm really him, one of a kind, hoe
Let that b*tch bang, let that b*tch sang, I'll let the .9 go
Sippin' purple rain, got my cup stained, yeah, that sh*t fa-sh*t-sho
We is not the same, we is not gang, you ain't really him, no
She only want the fame, she don't want d so I gotta let her go
Get my money, dance on these, those are exotic, oh yeah

[Chorus]
I see you flexin' your bankroll
Okay, he flexin' for them hoes
FN Five-seveN on my hip, I let it go
In a penthouse smokin' dope
She hit my phone every time I'm on the road
My n*gga tryna walk down some', he ain't shootin' out the window
Said she ain't f*ckin' none of us, then what she here for?
I'm sippin' promethazine-codeine, sippin' on big dope
And if I pull this b*tch out my jeans, I'm gon' start firin', hoe
I'm with one of these n*gga's b*tches in a Porsche 911 slidin' though
Thought you was gettin' active? Now I'm in your city, boy what you hidin' for?
In this b*tch with a wrinkled shirt, but you know I gotta keep a iron though
Can't see no other n*ggas f*ckin' with me like I'm blind, hoe

[Outro]
Fasho