Day Out We was riding me Spooky and Rara Sippin purple straight out the Baba Smoking so much i trip off the zaza We keep clips no panorama But sometimes i still get nostalgia From the drought days in the savannah I been working so hard Aint get no money i keep throwing the bars I be looking up talking to my brothers in stars Geuss i feel home but im trippin on mars They wanna know who you are Know who i am Dont go round asking hoes ask my block im the man 400 gang Robbers and Mobsters that talk with a slang Killers and Goons that pop with a bang Aint getting no jams All the shots i miss come back boomerang Orange flags on the Rillas might as well say orangutang Detective say we like a cult Nah we had an idea like a bulb And this the result Now we all adults And the internet say well they saying to much Hide behind yo screen where you cannot get touched Do all your research you see we coming in clutch You feel like judge Just fill up my cup No time for this shit I dont feel pillowtalk when i just wan fuck the bitch Baby stop talking i wanna get rich 400 we came from the ditch Corner of the block where i slapped the witch We was riding me Spooky and Rara Sippin purple straight out the Baba Smoking so much i trip off the zaza We keep clips no panorama But sometimes i still get nostalgia From the drought days in the savannah