We Out Chea Boosie Badazz (Ft. Donkey (USA) & Money Bags)

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Bitch, we out chea! (What, nigga!?)
All the way the dummy way
All the way, 100
Fifty, five-one-slash
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!)
All the way the dummy way
All the way, 100
Fifty, five-one-slash
Bitch, we out chea! (We out chea!)
All the way the dummy way
All the way, 100
Fifty, five-one-slash
Fifty, fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea
Fifty-one fifty, fifty-one fifty, we out chea

[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
OK, now ain't I, ain't I out chea?
Five-one, five-oh
All the way the dummy way
Fuck with me, die slow
Sold my first rock at 96, straight off the porch
Daddy gone, never comin' home
That's all I know
So I'm headed out the do', strapped up, ready to roll
Dickies is cuffed up, fucked up, off that Henny and X-O
With that liquor in me, I'll go do the shit myself
Fuck the consequences
Have all you niggas jumpin' fences
So, you see, I've been dumb
Reppin' where I'm from
When I drop it niggas come
Boss man, job done
After dark it's Jurassic Park
Velociraptors tryna eat ya fo' the green leaves
We all G's
Main mane in the grave behind some fuckin' bullshit
So when it's time to bust them K's, I don't bullshit
Outta here, dead meat
Fuck you and your whole street
I roll with you, you roll with me, that's it's supposed to be