outro Lyrics

We ain't talkin photo but you can get flicked

I got the doja but you can get hit

Don't try to bro me

You ain't in the mix

Buss down a pound

Sell it in zips

Shoot outta town let's take a trip

You on the mound

You get to pitch

I'm at the plate

I get to hit

Run through first base I ain't stopping for shit

And I feel like like lil Tracy

I walked in this bitch

Got my Glock my pants twenty nine in the clip

Don't be worried bout them they hiding and shit

We ain't talkin bout parks when sliding and shit

They lying and shit

Quiet and shit

Quiet is kept

I need some loyalty where is it at

I had a lawyer fee way before rap

You love me spoil me simple as that

Woah

I just fucked that check up

Telling bando he got too many hits

He at bat and nigga I'm next up

That's a whole lotta red but ain't no ketchup

I love it when she squirt but any way catch up

I aint ever go to work I'm a young flexer

We been the best

Tell a bitch bless up

Perry on perry on perry

I got herry on herry

Ricky on ricky on vercetti

Put my bitch in moretti

I cant go I aint ready

Cam on steady

Say she wanna fuck when she met me

And she just met me

Gucci Louie V Givenchy

She like the finer things

Halloween she dress up for me

I don't buy a thing

Bands a make her dance I'm a tip her

Finally understand Juicy J

Bitch I like wock in my faygo

Can't have it any other way

If I get low then I'm going outta town

Probably make twenty in a day

If I lost all ima get it right back

That's something you niggas can't say