Out Like That
Rich Homie Quan, Gucci Mane
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I'm just a young nigga, don't give a f*ck Tryna run these bands up, your Bitch is a hitchiker Cause she got her thumb up Thumbin through half a mill I'm bout to f*ck my thumb up Multimillionaire, but Gucci still can't Blow the bomb up run up, Imma gun you down Smokin gangsta out the pound If your girlfriend friends fine Imma dick 'm down faces faces faces I go to sleep Wake up and then I phone them places That pistol in my trunk crazy Look at the planet, how is it overpopulated Atlanta's just full of so Many millionaires fighting cases They took food out my mouth, my mama baby Got a cup full of pain And a blunt full of problems Man, I feel like I'm going crazy Got a bad bitch that's insane And she tattoo my name She tryna trap me, have my baby And I ain't goin out like that, out like that I ain't goin out like that, out like that Rhims on sick, nigga, you know what it is Ain't trippin bout no bitch, nigga Penthouse how I live Whoever might try to beat me, nigga Shout out for the kill And they hate that my paint wet And they hate the shinin of my ryms And I'm killin these niggas for real And I'm tellin you like it is I'm here, no fear no leader, no chill I f*ck her, don't feel And you scared bout them Headshots, no gunplay, no kill So if you wanna make it happen, I Got your main bitch her pussy fat And it clappin And I got Big Bank Black with me And I got my strap with me Got a cup full of pain And a blunt full of problems Man, I feel like I'm going crazy Got a bad bitch that's insane And she tattoo my name She tryna trap me, have my baby And I ain't goin out like that, out like that I ain't goin out like that, out like that You so wrong, you deadass wrong Bitch, you know that ain't my baby Stop textin my phone Got a shoe fetish, so many in my closet On my grind 24, cause gots to get more Ain't goin out bad, I don't rep flags All this mob shit to the death F*ck all the swag These niggas so phoney, everything Round me Gucci, i got Rich Homies They can't stop me, could never bomb me I'm on that mission impossible That spy shit, nigga Big Bank Black, I leave you lyin flat You got the whole city here You couldn't stop that Got a cup full of pain And a blunt full of problems Man, I feel like I'm going crazy Got a bad bitch that's insane And she tattoo my name She tryna trap me, have my baby And I ain't goin out like that, out like that I ain't goin out like that, out like that
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Written by: Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher, Lukasz Gottwald, Lydia Asrat, Radric Delantic Davis, Theron Thomas, Michael Cook
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