Goin’ Out

It’s time to get in the zone
I guarantee I’m on my grown
Lookin through the outfits and about to step it strong
And I see the jeans, I see the slacks
I check the shoes, tonight the black
Black & Mild lit up, Crown & Coke
Guarantee my swag gonna make them haters choke
Cuz the cash in my sock bigger than they salary
Don’t start with the wallet, they’ll never carry
The weight of the game, I’ll show em how to play
Real guap in the game, homie what can you say
To a guy who know the game and know what to do
I’m about to step out the town and make my own rules
Ironed clothes, fresh shower
Cologne game up, fresh every hour
Smooth Swag, make the haters mad
Make them bitch hard and look sad