GVO - Twenty-Seven Outs (feat. Billy Shakes)

I'm out my mind, you're fucking right, I'm out of line and -
We the best, out here grinding
Told my boys when i make it big and tour outta town
Ain't no touching my weed, yo, that shit is out of bounds
Get out my face, stay in your place
So much rap on my phone that I'm almost out of space
Flow outta this world, shit coming from outer space
Fuck an aux cord, I spit and light the fireplace
Erase any thought you had of coming at me with an attack
I got more plates for beef than a fucking outback
People got so much shit to just criticize about
But when they see you face to face, they can't seem to spit it out!
Get hype! Get loud
My show? Shit crowd
Please… Jordan Peele
Get Out
Woke up fucked up, shoulder popped out of socket
Can't even walk straight, yo, this shit outta pocket
Houston Rocket, James Harden, step back
From me cause I'm close to the edge
Looking out and I don't mean I'm on the lookout
I might just jump cause I heard that I missed the cookout
Save me a bib and some ribs, 'cause I ain't eating no takeout
Posted up with GVO like a motherfucking stakeout
Ugh
A white boy rapping? So we're profiling now
I'll fuck up any white rapper that's been on Wild 'N' Out
With Nick Cannon's dick draping out of their mouths
Maybe that's the reason he got kicked out of the house
Out of a spouse, so hiya Mariah
The name is Billy Shakes and I spit that supa fire
You may have lost your touch, but hey, you was a hottie
In the 90's you could make a man feel outta body
Really naughty, little shawty, I could bounce a quarter
Off that ass and hit it right till you're out of order
So, shout my name right before you mount
Billy Shakes, you've been bad, ayo, you on timeout

Written by:
David Bashaw, George Marshall

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