Flat Out - Wale, Trinidad Jame$

What’s your set bout'

Me and my niggas, we flat out

Told you niggas, «Do not fuck with us»

Hope you niggas do not fuck with us

You caught feelings cause I caught her attention,

She caught a flight after I caught a nut (whoa!)

Shoutout to my brothers, doe

Quote me too

You goin' make some haters when you love a ho

Heart is the line, God bless my soul

Profit of my infectious flow

Pardon if my vocab ain’t good

But the school I was in ain’t have no books

These whack niggas never had me shook

I ain’t from a town that is ran by crooks

Get the work from out of town for the money and the power

Niggas steppin' on the powder like an athlete’s foot

Know y’all got, come get at me first

Little nigga better act your worth

Understand niggas got to be heard

Why the fuck niggas got to be heard

I usually don’t do freestyles

My style ain’t free, nigga

Fresh from head to toe

I said fly from the feet up

I said, you’re looking for a real nigga

Bitch, look up and you’ll see us

You lookin' for your bitch, nigga

Don’t look up, she with Jesus

I said hallelujah, bitch pop the pussy

So she raise her hands and pop the pussy

I’m with Wale, that’s MMG

Now Molly make her go woo

And that money make me show out

My grind wasn’t blacked out

Real nigga, don’t do handouts

My mama crib my stashhouse

In the Yeezy box, nigga oh Lawd

Nigga Ziploc and my Concordes

Tell the Feds I don’t give a fuck

I’m the man now, I’m the man now

And that’s DC to the A town

I said DC to the A town

And when I fuck, niggas, that’s hands down

But in DC, they say flat out