Out The Barrell lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"

I beat and fucked around to check me a record exec' over this check

I'm not no overnight success

Only thing that ever came through for me in one night

Is Joe Holt in this vest, slow floatin' is best

Argue, go and admit that your wife sent me that "Hey, stranger" text

I gave her that rain check, I Oran "Juice" Jones'd the bitch

I'm bout to take all of your confidence, I guess that is that Wraith I'm in

On 8 Mile with two tones on it

And don't think I won't pull right up on your line in it

When my window down and spray out of it like I'm Ray Donovan

The AK Iron Man on that gun, on it since 8th grade

And he don't take names, he AA Anonymous, it seems I'd ride again

Ya'll pop-outters, all of ya'll Amir tryna salvage your hairline

With ya'll fly down while I fly private when I decided I'm tired of him

I don't hang out with nobody, I play the hand I was dealt

I'll swear I'll phone God, I play my cards like I'm playin' Solitaire

.44's shootin' loud in here, 'bout to leave behind a big black cloudy mami

Click-clack-blowin', your's be "Pewm, pewm" like Vladimir

Gun raps and violence, what the fuck is the problem here?

I'm laid back in an Aston Martin, come holler then

The day that they quit makin .38's and MAC-10's, maybe I'll stop rappin' about 'em

'Til I see that, I'ma be laughin' to media's reaction at me relapsin'

This ain't PG accumen

Tell your A&R I ain't handin' in nothin' rated R

I'm rated G for get the fuck away from me

'Fore I make you get your hands up and play Tracey Lee

You need to make your way home

These bullets got legs that ain't on

These bitches be

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)

I beat and fucked around and bought ratchets for all the addicts

All I think about is phone calls but the thoughts is just automatic

My pen Engels, Criss Angel, my hook set screens, 40's

Kareem Abdul-Jabbars, we get together, we bring the best out of Magic

Yes, I'll be spazzin', yes

Yes, I believe I can have a shoe-out with Inspector Gadget 'til he's

Fresh out of gadgets, yes

If it ain't real beef, preacher, don't sweat it

Bitch, please get your phone ready

Tell the homies if they want a picture I got the same piece of chrome

Sweets long, bishop on credit

I be with known felons, Mom said I be with the wrong fellas

Sayin' shit like "He's s'posed to be better"

But last time I went broke, that shit will always hit me forever

If I ever see somebody eatin' a chicken bone, I want in

Like gettin' your door kicked in by them boys from three letters

This the only time I'm gon' tell you

You ain't been out here long enough to go against me

I'll have you out your own element

Squeeze you out them lil' three blocks you be on and, um

Show you that I got a lot of crazy hombres under my umbrella

You got heat but not no sombrero

I'll tell whoever do the work to do your ass work 'til they Dunharrow

I'll put your body in Huckleberry somewhere where they only got one sheriff

I'll put your granny in a can up river, yeah, it's a bunch of crimes in hip hop

But I treat it like it's only one chair and I'm a stand up nigga

I climb in that ring with anybody who don't honor them gloves

Hand on the Bible, one hand in the air and I will promise them blood

Niggas sittin' there waitin' furious for me to be past my prime

So they can create some conspiracy, might as well be waitin' on a spirit

You waitin' on a miracle, you waitin' on a fear

You might as well be waitin' on Caitlyn on her period

While he waitin' on a chariot

With somebody in it who's gon' praise the Mona Mirriam

I appreciate your patience, the more the merrier

I'm sure somebody told you temptation today was just ordinary

I'm pretty sure you wanna hit Berry Gordy in the face with forty berries

Or throw some sticks and stones at Jesus

But nigga, my chrome is squeezin'

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump)

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

You don't know, bye-bye, bye-bye

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, dump, hah, shit)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, jump, jump)

Jumpin' out the barrell (Jump, dump, grrah)