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