Out Of Town

You know what the f*ck going on, bitch, uh-huh, yep, gang, gang, gang, yeah I'm out of town and I can't even, shit, I'm out of town on these niggas and now they wanna get even All the opps are snitching, all them niggas turned to policemen I've been everywhere between Miami damn to Muskegon You not my bitch and until then nah we can't go on no date All my mans around me fresh like we just got out of 8th I've been getting to that mula, got a lot on my mind I could be across the street, I bet my ass still be late If you the opps, you ain't my team, then you'll get balled on You ain't my mans, then don't worry, you won't get called on I'm the one who got they back and who they fall on Oh, you ain't coming with no head, then put your drawers on Oh, you ain't coming with no bread, then you ain't on the mission That nigga talking out his neck, I bet he end up missing True religion and Dior, I'm like a Buddha Christian They know I stay with bags and hoes, but I ain't talking Christmas Ho, ho, ho, ho, like I'm Santa Claus Glocks, chops, mop sticks, bitch, yo man will fall AK 6'6, bitch it's standing tall Shit, shit, f*ck, damn F*ck your bitches, mine the highest, I'ma f*ck with Iris I'm finna keep her in my crib, we got coronavirus A nigga play with JadenK, we'll turn your life a crisis All I do is add it up, I'm never in the minus Naw for real, Ill add it up, I'm feeling like im Migos A nigga play with JadenK, we sending them torpedoes Just took a white nigga's bitch, now who you calling negro Me, Cam, Dom, damn, them niggas come in trios I'm out of town and I can't even Shit, I'm out of town on these niggas and now they wanna get even All the opps is snitching, all them niggas turned to policemen I've been everywhere, between Miami damn to Muskegon You not my bitch and until then nah we can't go on no date All my mans around me fresh like we just got outta 8th I've been getting to that mula got a lot on my mind I could be across the street, I bet my ass still be late I-I-I could be a fucking felon, bet my ass still got poles I could cut my hair and die, bet my ass still got hoes When you walk in, we be laughing, cause your ass is a joke You could win the lottery, I bet your ass still be broke I don't go into the mall, but if I do, I'm bag dragging I got on designer belts, so how the f*ck my pants sagging Got that 30 on me, nigga, always weighing me down Why they never talking hot until I'm way outta town Yeah, my flight's American, but I'm in Cancun Halloween, we go from Charlotte down to damn Boone All these flights, I might as well go to the damn moon I know your mama wish she left you in that damn womb We like NASA, there ain't nothing to whip them rockets out Let me catch you in the field, there ain't no- shit Let me catch you in the field, there ain't no talk it out There ain't no money on your phone, you should be logging out