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Out Bad Video (MV)




Performed By: Say HurtMurt
Length: 2:23
Written by: Curtis Robinson
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Got whatchu need I don't delive tap inna south dog
Baby you need money that bad posting outcalls
Smoking larry bird latto your blowing mouse balls
Doggy really looking that sad just switch ya route
How you gone bark or you gone bite without a mouth dog
Damn I hadda sneeze I done popped fire to doggies scalp
Awe damn awe man
Started zelch got up to hundreds inside my pouch bag
Six thousand two hundred and thirty inside my couch stash
Sixty four /nineteen fifty three that's the ounce/grams
I get skeppy chilling Inna hood like issa outback
I get skeppy when its goin good shit stay goin out bad
Member hadda thug it kicked Outta house mad
Big bucks ain teach me how to ball he sent a bounce pass
Dogs a dummy duck im sick as f*ck stay goin out sad
Its igh I gotchu A way out just follow what I says
Stack feels good to whatchu want not whatchu dully can
I know we got these niggas Hella shitty like poopy pants
Los said its all love when you up but down they dubious
Treat this shit like a game told los dude we in
And shoutout beezy for the beat swivel he boomed the shit
I Hadda tell my white bull I gotta zaa I mean the doobies
Hit the road got this shit moving like king juilian
Only day oness like my nigga drake wit no new friends
Forty open his chest up like cam newton
Lay em down like a gravity law of newton
Smoking onna stank baby I call it poop piss
Bro gotta thirty he's a mid ranger I ain't talking bout hoopin
I gotta standard let it off at all who intruded
F*ck the cap no kizzy cap we ain't witta illusions
Perping fake Ya perpetrating hard der ders done
Use to wanna do whatever my brothers did give hurtmurt 1
Use to slide when my brothers slid but I ain have no gun
Twenty seventeen it was bad but it was kinda fun
Even Tho we wasn't really havin we was goin dumb
Got mama stressing cus we was plotting always doin sum
Pops was a OG so Fashoo we wasn't new to nun
Yea we moving up
It ain a race but Ima win the race odds two to one
I aint slow I be playing crazy like stupid dumb
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Got whatchu need I don't delive tap inna south dog
Baby you need money that bad posting outcalls
Smoking larry bird latto your blowing mouse balls
Doggy really looking that sad just switch ya route
How you gone bark or you gone bite without a mouth dog
Damn I hadda sneeze I done popped fire to doggies scalp
Awe damn awe man
Started zelch got up to hundreds inside my pouch bag
Six thousand two hundred and thirty inside my couch stash
Sixty four /nineteen fifty three that's the ounce/grams
I get skeppy chilling Inna hood like issa outback
I get skeppy when its goin good shit stay goin out bad
Member hadda thug it kicked Outta house mad
Big bucks ain teach me how to ball he sent a bounce pass
Dogs a dummy duck im sick as f*ck stay goin out sad
Its igh I gotchu A way out just follow what I says
Stack feels good to whatchu want not whatchu dully can
I know we got these niggas Hella shitty like poopy pants
Los said its all love when you up but down they dubious
Treat this shit like a game told los dude we in
And shoutout beezy for the beat swivel he boomed the shit
I Hadda tell my white bull I gotta zaa I mean the doobies
Hit the road got this shit moving like king juilian
Only day oness like my nigga drake wit no new friends
Forty open his chest up like cam newton
Lay em down like a gravity law of newton
Smoking onna stank baby I call it poop piss
Bro gotta thirty he's a mid ranger I ain't talking bout hoopin
I gotta standard let it off at all who intruded
F*ck the cap no kizzy cap we ain't witta illusions
Perping fake Ya perpetrating hard der ders done
Use to wanna do whatever my brothers did give hurtmurt 1
Use to slide when my brothers slid but I ain have no gun
Twenty seventeen it was bad but it was kinda fun
Even Tho we wasn't really havin we was goin dumb
Got mama stressing cus we was plotting always doin sum
Pops was a OG so Fashoo we wasn't new to nun
Yea we moving up
It ain a race but Ima win the race odds two to one
I aint slow I be playing crazy like stupid dumb
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Writer: Curtis Robinson
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