Oncue - Out of Town lyrics

I've been gone, I've been I've been gone
(Ayy) out of town, I been out of town babe
Going strong, money in my palms (Ayy)
Can't right these wrongs
That's why my drink strong (yeah)
Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)
I don't need no help
Goin for the belt though
Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)
I don't need no help
Goin for the belt though

Weezy Drought 3 on repeat all day
It was FOB
Skinny jeans take this to your grave
Altima on the road yeah that
Shit was my escape (Oh)
Holes up in the soles
But the road gold paved (Oooh)

You thought i was good for dead
Talking about bullet in the head
"Good luck break a leg"
Bitch I know you meant it
I own this shit you rent it
Remove you like an appendix
These shirts and frames is vintage
You know I stay on pimpshit
I park that caddy like Linkin (yeah)
You on my manager's linked in (Oh)
I'ma go let that sink in
Trying to steal the sauce It's drippin (Ayy)

What's up the hold up? What's the motive?
You a snake in grass didn't think I notice
Whats the total bitch I need that cash

All that fuck shit Its nothing
Bulletproof it ain't cuttin'
Not the type to use crutches
I just get up and go

Knock me down I get stronger
You know the path has been longer
Light up, and crack a corona
Bout to run train on you hoe

I've been gone, I've been I've been gone
(Ayy) out of town, I been out of town babe
Going strong, money in my palms (Ayy)
Can't right these wrongs
That's why my drink strong (yeah)
Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)
I don't need no help
Goin for the belt though
Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)
I don't need no help
Goin for the belt though

I was a mess fucking depressed
Feels so good get it off my chest

I know my self worth now you can't afford it
Lifes a bitch tho that's why I'm recording

Industry heads be snorting
Flow rare like some Jordans
Girls wanna be my booooo
Money be too important
Artwork, verses, chorus
Fuck a taurus need some porches
Tighten up or Rigormortis
Kindness, weakness turn Deloris bloah!

Cuey man be killin' 'em slow
Fuck that shit we billing them doe
Dug my ditch I flipped the script
It's 3rd and an inch like bitch lets go
Yeah I need them millions
Scratch that I mean billi-ons
Like I'm fucking Billy's son
Deadass I mean really bruh

I've been gone, I've been I've been gone
(Ayy) out of town, I been out of town babe
Going strong, money in my palms (Ayy)
Can't right these wrongs
That's why my drink strong (yeah)
Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)
I don't need no help
Goin for the belt though
Shoutout to myself, shoutout to myself (Ayy)
I don't need no help
Goin for the belt though