Yeah
Talk to me
See this day and age, these young niggas getting paidWrist clear, Sprite, yuh
Mike Tyson bite, yuh
Cup real dirty, yuh
Motorcross bike, yuh
We don't fist fight
Chopper real life
Double seal tight
Detroit got me right
Piccolo green it's millions, and the old money got mildew
Kick her out 'cause she keep filming
They calling me Bob the Builder
Quavo Paul Pierce 'em, whip a ball, Wilson
Put my all in that bowl, put my all in it
I want all my dogs to win it
I want all my dogs to win it
Remember my dog was sentenced, no, no
I ain't gon' take it back to the beginning
Just get in the Benz and sit in
(Talk to em'!)
C'mon (Ay!)
(Get in there!)
(Chill!)
(C'mon!)
Standing in the trap, been a long day
Thinking bout putting insurance on my wrist and AK
Mama tired, daddy died, ain't no Real Housewives
Now it's no more crying, 'cause we upper echelon
I can make a Tuesday, go up like a Saturday
I don't play where you fools play, you must be from out of state
Molly yo girl dinner plate, you take her on dinner dates
Dabbing in Raf Simmons yeah I dress the huncho everyday
Ricki Lake, wrapped up, came from Kuwait
Everyday, everyday, young nigga looking for bae
Got a bitch on Jimmy and she do whatever huncho say
Her boyfriend wanna be me 'cause I keep that shit the gangster wayI got to put you down
Ay man, these niggas goin' out sad
I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad
Naw, 'specially bout that bitchI'm not goin' out sad
I'm not goin' out sad
I'm not goin' out sad
'Specially 'bout that bitch
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
'Specially 'bout that bitch(Offset!)
Not 'bout the bitch, naw, not 'bout the bitch
She call just for the dick
Aw, Lord, don't say this your bitch
I'm young and rich
But I can strong arm a brick
I heard you was born a bitch
Rick Owens they cost your rent
Pay up, straight up
John Wick got to put the K up
I'mma smash ya but we don't lay up
I'mma bachelor get ya weight up
Throw the north, bitch you know where we from
Think it's sweet and we pull out a drum
You can be rich and a bum
I want it all, not some
She fucking for fame, for sum
I think she came for money
I swear I ain't hurting for nothing
So I just gave the money
Hoes in my house like Hugh Heffner
But I'mma slay the bunnies
She goin' insane, she talk' bout my main quit sayin' my name lil' mamaI got to put you down
Ay man, these niggas goin' out sad
I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad
Naw, 'specially 'bout that bitchI'm not goin' out sad
I'm not goin' out sad
I'm not goin' out sad
'Specially 'bout that bitch
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
'Specially 'bout that bitch(Takeoff!)
I can't, go out, sad about no bitch
Who me? Takeoff never mad about no bitch
Depressed need to get some off my chest, ain't stressed about that bitch
She let, me nut on her chest, you still arrest that bitch
Bad, yeah lil' mama bad, you let her get the Jag and crash
That's goin' out sad
You took on her on a date with dad
The question is boy did you smash?
Been strong week and a half, and everything you get to get a bitch have (Tricked you)
Aw man, goddamn, these niggas goin' out sad
Wifin' ho's up, there's not one nigga the hood done been had
Smash, cuff, but you can pass, ignore but can't erase the past
If she fool you once, shame on her, if she fool you twice it's yo assI got to put you down
Ay man, these niggas goin' out sad
I'm tellin' ya, can't go out bad
Naw, 'specially 'bout that bitchI'm not goin' out sad
I'm not goin' out sad
I'm not goin' out sad
'Specially 'bout that bitch
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
I can't go out sad
'Specially 'bout that bitch
Songwriters
QUAVIOUS MARSHALL, KIRSHNIK BALL, KIARI CEPHUSPublished by
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