Outta Love (Come Shop) (feat. J Hill, BWMB Domo & MaedaeMaedae)

All Outta Love You done used it all up Be a fool I let you back in Crazy as hell Huuh Im all outta love Posted wit a sack dats what my family love Wit a ten on me dats why custos come around an put they friends on me I aint gone lie I use a hoe for a dick suck Pass her to my niggas she know how da click what We gone use da bitch address break her off sumn But we aint penny pinch baby we really bout sumn You want dis you want dat bitch go get you sumn But we need more den one address to keep it funky Where im from it aint no love we on da ugly ugly We got drops out hoes out to make it jumpy I be in da spot ion need nobody company But my everyday niggas keep a stupid lumpy Them niggas aint company we all business junkies Tryna make it out our situation no time for lovey cubby So come shop Bitch I'm making plays like a baby bron Tell these bitches get up off my dick hoe fall in line Wit some real niggas bet you neva Eva cross that line I'm gettin my dick suck she say she love the quality time Money it's on my mind baby I'm always on my grind Cus i was taught to be a boss no in between the lines And if i gotta pay da cost i paid it triple time And if da police get involved i turn into mime This street shit really in my blood i won't tell no lies Nigga we got whatever you need just gone bang that line I'm all outta love i put trust up in my nine Niggas fw wit da feds they out here droppin dimes Come shop. we grinding. In an out like perfect timing Ain't no nickel an diming break down Ps on da island Try to play da nice guy but deep down I'm da slimest Try to demonstrate good but in my mind its straight violence I believe in stick and move can't be posted for too long Yesterday's ain't today's price you want it or you don't OG bout to drop da load before I get it know it's gone People really think you trappin you just know how to make a song Bitch you know you dead wrong for leading dese people on You ain't never eye balled a P an sold it off a phone You ain't never split the bag up to put yo niggas on I'm the type to plant a bag on my nigga watch em grow In the kitchen make it snow but in da club make it rain I gotta see a hundred thousand before I go an cop a chain Should I bust down da 41 or should I go plain chain Dey say mo money mo problems that ain't shit to maintain So Come Shop You know that we got it, we got the best drop The door just keep on Swinging and slamming, they running in and out I'm tryna slow down the traffic, I don't want the neighbors watching I don't want my business all in the street, I'm tryna be discreet I'm wit Lil Neech we riding, he rolling, he off a pill or 3 Niggas be talking & talking & chatting they teeth And sparking the beef When bullets start flying, & hitting they body, start tryna put the blame on me Now I'm the bad guy Family got sad eyes What he do that for? Why he go that far? These Questions, These Questions It's getting too messy I ain't saying nothing But he got the message I sent him to heaven You scared see ya reverend & go get ya blessing I taught him a lesson A opp drop, Bitch Confetti Confetti I'm pressing the perc up with the nyl, the fetty the fetty In the trap, ain't talking soccer, kicking shit in guiseppes These niggas cap on top of cap It's hurting they neck cuz it's heavy These bands inside my pockets got my pants falling it's heavy Won't let you get to set go cuz I'm already ready And you know I keep A tool like I'm coming in handy I'll Turn My savage up, like my first name was randy Don't be surprised, Niggas think shit sunny & Dandy I'm Stuffing yo hoe not no dick doe, she scripts in her panties I'm high as a bitch on a whole mother planet Prices high as a bitch If you broke you just wouldn't understand it Damn