Gucci Mane, Rich Homie Quan - Out Like That lyrics
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
Rich Homie Quan [Dequantes Devontay Lamar] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Gucci Mane, Rich Homie Quan - Out Like That lyrics]
I'm just a young nigga, don't give a fuck
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 fuck 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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
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 fuck 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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