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Out the Pound

Stak

Hip-Hop/Rap

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stak
Stak
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stak
Stak
Songwriter
Jared Schmit
Jared Schmit
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Space Cadet
Space Cadet
Producer

Lyrics

Criminal mind, always I be on my grind If sentenced to time then I guess I'm doing mine I got em online and bruh I got to shine So I gotta get it, no more trying na-na Crispier than a chicken bucket Pickin little nuggets Out the pound, tryna to roll me something It's business but you know we thuggin We were gettin fronted but I wish we wasn't Plug, he like a distant cousin Family but don't ask for nothing And gas is what we pass and puffin In those flat rate boxes is what those packs are stuffin Tax evasion, home invasion Suffering from low motivation Duckin drug dogs at the train station A fool's pace made lose patience New places, all them blue faces Smooth taste, champagne a few cases Jacuzzi suites in an oasis I roll big man y'all blow basic They say it's wastin but I gotta taste it No prints, don't leave no traces Dark tints, don't need new cases To the face as I make arrangements Hit chase then b of a, lines got me pacing Keep it below ten thou, don't need em hatin I'll send em right now, won't keep em waitin We put a pipeline across the nation Bout to pull down twenty, self-medication We put a pipeline across the nation Gotsta keep it flooded, irrigation Criminal mind, always I be on my grind If sentenced to time then I guess I'm doing mine I got em online and bruh I got to shine So I gotta get it, no more tryin na-na Criminal mind, always I be on my grind If sentenced to time then I guess I'm doing mine I got em online and bruh I got to shine So I gotta get it, no more tryin na-na Criminal mind, always I be on my grind If sentenced to time then I guess I'm doing mine I got em online and bruh I got to shine So I gotta get it, no more tryin na-na Growin pounds, eating in 'n out This the Town, let it be no doubt Fools set up shop and get run out Man, fuck that cop! Put a gun in his mouth Catch a case and head down South Got some weight? Don't leave your house Cuz they find they way in like a mouse Take your shit, kill your spouse Raider shit, get blowed out Still rep the Bay cuz we that proud Still twenty an eighth for that loud Twenty plus in the clip in case there's a crowd Kicked out the club but we still gettin down Out on the street cuz we built from the ground Up, fuck ya pups, big dogs straight hounds Smell the bitch on you, get from around Better get lost before you get found Bidness stay town, bow down or be clowned Better get lost before you get found Bidness stay town, bow down or be clowned I'm crispier than a chicken bucket Pickin nuggets out the pound Pickin nuggets out the pound, pickin nuggets out the Crispier than a chicken bucket Roll me somethin down Tryna roll me somethin down, tryna burn me somethin Crispier than a chicken bucket Pickin nuggets out the pound Pickin nuggets out the pound, pickin nuggets out the Crispier than a chicken bucket Rollin round through the Town Yeah I'm rollin round the Town, yeah I'm rollin round the Crispier than a chicken bucket Little nuggets out the pound Pickin nuggets out the pound, yeah nuggets out the Crispier than a chicken bucket Rollin round the Town Yeah I'm rollin round the Town, yeah I'm rollin round the
Writer(s): Sean Michael Tokarz, Jared Schmit Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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