Out Of Town Lyrics

You know what the fuck 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, fuck, damn

Fuck your bitches, mine the highest, I'ma fuck 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 fuck 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