Chase Atlantic – OUT THE ROOF Lyrics

[Intro: Mitchel Cave]
(Yeah)
Yeah, ayy (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Mitchel Cave]
I just popped three in a row (Popped three in a row)
Gasoline-y what I smoke (What I smoke)
Gas on 'E', we slide the door (Slide the door)
Slide the door (Slide the door)
Please don't try this shit at home (Shit at home, shit at home)
We send souls up to the sky (To the sky, to the sky)
When we don't wanna talk it through (Talk it through, talk it through)
See us then we take your life (Take your life, take your life)
What the f*ck you gonna do? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Mitchel Cave]
I got fifty rackies on me hangin' out my pants and I'm hangin' out the roof, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma put the burner on his ass, make him dance, Michael Jack, bust a move, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma scorch every motherf*cker in the game 'cause there's nothing left to do, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Plus I got this vest on my body, so you know I'm feelin' bulletproof

[Verse 2: Mitchel Cave]
Yeah, we stay lit (We stay lit)
We f*ck bitches, pop on pillies, that is it, yeah (We stay lit)
Holy moly, holy shit, yeah (Holy shit)
Me and all my people heaven sent, yeah, yup
She just got her titties tucked, mhm, yup, yup
Fillin' up a double cup with mud, mm, mhm
Yeah, mix it up (Mix it up), save that money
If you don't get on, you're stuck
What the f*ck? Yeah
I'm at the top of game, yeah

Percies been killin' my pain, yeah
I like to hide in my braids, shit
Chopper beam blow off your brain, yeah
I go insane, I go insane, I go insane, yeah
Look at my flamethrower, I'm throwin' flames, yeah (Bitch)
[Chorus: Mitchel Cave]
Yeah, fifty rackies on me hangin' out the back of my pants while I'm hangin' out the roof
I'ma put the burner on his ass, make him dance, Michael Jack, bust a move, yeah
I'ma scorch every motherf*cker in the game 'cause there's nothing left to do, yeah
Plus I got this vest on my body, so you know I'm feelin' bulletproof, yeah

[Bridge: Mitchel Cave]
Why waste time when you get high on the weekend? (Yeah, yeah)
Why waste time when you get high when you can? (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma hit you again (Yeah, yeah), wait

[Chorus: Mitchel Cave]
I got fifty rackies hangin' out of the back of my pants while I'm hangin' out the roof
I'ma put the burner on his ass, get to choppin' if he don't know what to do, yeah
I'ma scorch every opposition in the game 'cause there's nothing left to do, yeah (Do-do-do-do-do-do)
Plus I got this vest on me, motherf*cker, bitch, I'm feelin' bulletproof

[Outro: Mitchel Cave]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch, I'm bulletproof
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

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