Out The Gate Lyrics - Blaze Ya Dead Homie

(Blaze) 

Allow me to introduce myself 

I'm Colton Grundy, in effect bitch 

No need to excuse yourself 

A little strange, and yeah, I'm kind of a horrible sight 

But I milk your bitches titties, like a milk this mic 

When I get right, ain't nobody getting shit 

'Cause I'm gonna get so right, ain't gonna be nothing left to get 

Out cold, but I got the balance, with even heat 

'Cause if my talents don't provide, I got a gat under the seat (and that's real) 

Too raw for some of y'all to feel 

But that's just life, shuffle the cards and deal 

And the wheels'll keep spinnin' 

Ho's keep catching too many feelin's 

And too many men are turning into women 

That the world that we live in, 

the world that I sit and spit in 

And squeeze my ass where I can fit in, so just listen 

Because I would never waste your time 

But if you lend me your ear, then I promise to blow you're mind 

(Chorus) 

I'm out the gate (Busted wide open) 

Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice) 

Put some volume on that sound 

Out the gate, make no mistake, the chain is severed 

And the link's the only thing that's been holding me together 

I'm out the gate (Busted wide open) 

Lay your money down (put your drink on that ice) 

Put some volume on that sound 

(If you ain't come to party) 

Show that ass to the door 

(Man if you ain't come to party) 

Then what the hell you here for 

Better not be drama, I hate acting tight 

Cut that ass like a director, and edit you like a re-write 

Ain't nobody playing, filleting ya like a fish 

So mind your own, and go attend to your drink, and your bitch 

Cause it's Sid the DJ, is spinning right here 

In him seven, eight bottles of beers, inside the Everclear 

Got me feeling far from friendly, 

like you trying to push emotion on me 

Becoming your new found enemy (better let it be) 

I came to drink and ball (you're upsetting me) 

Talking shit under your breath, little boy 

I don't like bitches, or dudes that imitate 'em 

So quit acting like a female, and speak up player 

(Break x2) 

So what you wanna do, and why you looking at me? 

So many girls in the house, with fine asses and titties 

Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Come on) 

Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Yeah) 

(Chorus) 

I'm out the gate (Busted wide open) 

Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice) 

Put some volume on that sound 

Out the gate make no mistake, the chain is severed 

And the link's the only thing that's been holding me together 

I'm out the gate (Busted wide open) 

Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice) 

Put some volume on that sound 

(If you ain't come to party) 

Show that ass to the door 

(Man if you ain't come to party) 

Then what the hell you here for? 

They call me Grim fresh, I'm like the cream of the crop 

The shit that starts on the bottom and just rise to the top 

Too many of ya'll sound the same 

While my style is infinity and uncapable to restrain 

Off the chain and a short leash 

Serving you salty on the biscuit and a two piece (soaked in chicken grease) 

What it is, what it will be 

You bark like a big dog, but we'll see 

How many puppy bites, it takes to break skin 

Well man, I'll break bread 

While other rappers let go to their head, and wind up dead in a nightclub somewhere 

Anywhere, ain't nothin' but thugs in here 

(Chorus) 

I'm out the gate (Busted wide open) 

Lay your money down (Put your drink on that ice) 

Put some volume on that sound 

(If you ain't come to party) 

Show that ass to the door 

(Man if you ain't come to party) 

Then what the hell you here for? 

Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Come on) 

Let me see you shake that ass, and break a hip for me (Yeah) 

(Repeat until end) 

Yeah