Nebu Kiniza - Straight Out The Lot

'Scuse me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me
'Scuse me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me
It ain't nothin' new to me

Yeah, straight out the lot (skrrt), I got a lot (wassup?)
Walkin' through the penthouse and my bitch got Gucci socks (wassup?) (facts)
I don't really wear chains like that, but my neck filled up with rocks (what else?)
Niggas know I get to the bag, so I don't gotta walk 'round with knots (damn)
Had to cut it off 'cause I can't really deal with all that baggage (all that baggage)
I've been in my bag every day just savin' up my cabbage (all this cabbage) (yeah, that's facts)
Back in the day, I was locked in, now a nigga double platinum (double platinum)
I done fell in love with the Lambo truck, no, I don't want the Phantom (yeah, let's go)

I'm finna get a spot in LA, but I'ma still stay in Atlanta (yeah, that's facts)
They be talkin' that cheddar (uh, uh), but I'm rich it don't matter (nah, nah)
Don't make no sense, don't got no friends, I did it all by my self (myself)
Don't got no six, don't want no bands I'm in the Range by myself

'Scuse me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me
I've been makin' movies, it ain't nothin' new to me, yeah
Don't use me, use me, use me
My heart always on my sleeve, it ain't nothin' new to me, yeah

Straight out the lot (skrrt), I got a lot (wassup?)
Walkin' through the penthouse and my bitch got Gucci socks (wassup?) (facts)
I don't really wear chains like that, but my neck filled up with rocks (what else?)
Niggas know I get to the bag, so I don't gotta walk 'round with knots (damn)
Had to cut it off 'cause I can't really deal with all that baggage (all that baggage)
I've been in my bag every day just savin' up my cabbage (all this cabbage) (yeah, that's facts)
Back in the day, I was locked in, now a nigga double platinum (double platinum)
I done fell in love with the Lambo truck, no, I don't want the Phantom

Drop the top in the coupe', like it's summertime (summertime)
Runnin' laps around the game, I ain't even in my prime
If you catch me with her, just know she a dime, yeah (facts)
This a plain jane AP, not a Timex

'Scuse me, 'scuse me, 'scuse me(let's go)
I've been makin' movies, it ain't nothin' new to me, yeah
Don't use me, use me, use me
My heart always on my sleeve, it ain't nothin' new to me, yeah

Straight out the lot (skrrt), I got a lot (wassup?)
Walkin' through the penthouse and my bitch got Gucci socks (wassup?) (facts)
I don't really wear chains like that, but my neck filled up with rocks (what else?)
Niggas know I get to the bag, so I don't gotta walk 'round with knots (damn)
Had to cut it off 'cause I can't really deal with all that baggage (all that baggage)
I've been in my bag every day just savin' up my cabbage (all this cabbage) (yeah, that's facts)
Back in the day, I was locked in, now a nigga double platinum (double platinum)
I done fell in love with the Lambo truck, no, I don't want the Phantom (yeah)

Straight out the lot, I got a lot
Straight out the lot (let's go)
Straight out, straight out the lot
I got a lot, straight out the lot (wassup?)
Lot, lot, lot, lot, lot, lot, lot

Written by:
Cory Reid

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