Shout Out

[Intro: Curren$y] They got cups in here? We might got some liquor Damn East side (Turn the beat up some) Trauma Tone, uh [Verse 1: Curren$y] I could pull up with you a couple spots and have you poppin' Open the door for you, I know everybody watchin' Understand I got options and I place you on top 'em But it's your spot to lose This life come with some rules, we laced in real jewels Champagne ain't nothin' new, swear that's just what we do Whether the camera on or off, we still lookin' cool Niggas mad I been stuntin', so I hear they huntin' My OG hipped me to it, I know how y'all comin' You comе run up on me, I swear, you get laid out for nothin' My homiеs down to slide for me, 'cause they really love me, uh [Chorus: Curren$y] Shout out my watch, it's real, shout out my bitch, she real Shout out my hood, they real, shout out my label, it's real Shout out my watch, it's real, shout out my bitch, she real Shout out my niggas, they real, shout out my Phantom grill East side on mine, just like every time, lowriders outside Got foreigns in a line because I can't decide Which one I'm tryna drive, I'm, like, too fuckin' high But, yeah, I'm still gon' slide, might pick that sixty-five [Verse 2: Larry June] I'ma pick you up, I might show you off Put some diamonds on your neck, baby, fuck the cost We turnin' heads when we walk, skin so soft Leather so soft, adjustable exhaust, I'm cattin' off I told you I can show you what we go through Now, baby, quit playin' and come fuck with a boss We poppin' Ace of Spades bottles for no reason at all I was just checkin' on you, that's the reason I called (How you doin', baby?) I keep shit lit, that's it, look at my wrist, that's him Look at my bitch, God damn, bitch got ass like sheesh I'm that nigga still, shout out my bitch, she real AP watches still, bitch, I'm healthy still [Chorus: Curren$y] Shout out my watch, it's real, shout out my bitch, she real Shout out my hood, they real, shout out my label, it's real Shout out my watch, it's real, shout out my bitch, she real Shout out my niggas, they real, shout out my Phantom grill East side on mine, just like every time, lowriders outside Got foreigns in a line because I can't decide Which one I'm tryna drive, I'm, like, too fuckin' high But, yeah, I'm still gon' slide, might take that sixty-five