Out of State (Intro)

Hold up hold up Hold up wait a minute Let me put some jiggy in it Down south in Miami Still rocking that Yankee fitted High hopes for the win Always dolo never twin Push it to the limit Cause my momma just ain't never been Out of state out of mind Wish I could turn back the time And be my own supporter Rooting for me through the grind Yeah you know I'm on the rise Yeah you know I'm on the rise I can feel it it's my time Shades on it's my Shine Shines' bright like diamond Better yet watch you fall when your time ends I know you feel it You can't conceal it Can't fake the fiction The drip is slippin' Your falling out Now watch me, slip, in Like I did your bitch She loves it when I hold her down and I rub her clit Round 1 lets begin Pillow talk muffling Tickle tickle tickle Make it wiggle when I hit it in See-Saw in the shit Dig a Hole in dat bitch Hold it in don't you quit See that one leg trembling Whoooo Send this shit to Timbaland Tell him he should hit my DM They say I'm like a Ginuwine Mixed with that Soulja Slim Yeah (let's go) Court's now in session Going back in yeah Golden Ring I'm out to get it Twist of fate oh my Lord Yeah that's how Imma finish. Success Independent, Upon Drive and Persistence, That extra push That extra push Is the secret to winning. So i push it I push it Push it push it right through you Ain't never going broke Just talking truth to you Fresh off the scene vote for me Yeah I'm that dance god From New York to FLorida They think Im Terror Squad I make beats i write lyrics edit videos Should i keep-going I dont think they hear me tho I sing I rap I dance and produce ya know When you niggas gonna realize that Im that Fucking GOAT Pop bottles my niggas doing to BIG Top models chilling up in my VIP My team stunting We can't help it We cause a scene Cause cash rules everything around me Yeah The cash ain't nothing but some pound green (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) The stash ain't nothing but some pound green