Outta Line
Cold im feelin sick
I'm out my mind hoppin out the whip
Shawty talkin shit
She outa line she take another sip
Walkin wit a limp
Feelin dope she compliment the fit
Take another hit
She said i'm different i seen some shit
Late night three in the mornin i'm feelin all alone
Club lights shawty keep callin me but i'm on the road
Two cups double the soda the money overflow
Two blunts feelin too faded wit a different hoe
Hoppin out the foreign spendin paper wish i gave a fuck
Made it from the ramen we were trappin tryna make a buck
Bitches see me movin anotha level tryna hit me up
Countin up the commas feelin tired think i had enough
Wrist still shining feelin like ima chandelier
Rich mothafucka said baby just wait another year
Fucked up smokin the pack she said lets disappear
Blacked out hop out the whip a different atmosphere
I don't give a fuck bout what u sayin
I been too high spark up a blunt cuz shawty playin
Gotta new bitch said i'm the one its complicated
Cop a new fit buy what i want i'm gettin faded
Gucci on my feet im walkin round like i dont give a fuck
Stackin up my green now i got haters tryna test my luck
Take another hit i know i shouldn't but im out of love
Bitches love my shit i told them stay away im not enough
Cold im feelin sick
I'm out my mind hoppin out the whip
Shawty talkin shit
She outa line she take another sip
Walkin wit a limp
Feelin dope she compliment the fit
Take another hit
She said i'm different i seen some shit
I'm out my mind hoppin out the whip
Shawty talkin shit
She outa line she take another sip
Walkin wit a limp
Feelin dope she compliment the fit
Take another hit
She said i'm different i seen some shit
Late night three in the mornin i'm feelin all alone
Club lights shawty keep callin me but i'm on the road
Two cups double the soda the money overflow
Two blunts feelin too faded wit a different hoe
Hoppin out the foreign spendin paper wish i gave a fuck
Made it from the ramen we were trappin tryna make a buck
Bitches see me movin anotha level tryna hit me up
Countin up the commas feelin tired think i had enough
Wrist still shining feelin like ima chandelier
Rich mothafucka said baby just wait another year
Fucked up smokin the pack she said lets disappear
Blacked out hop out the whip a different atmosphere
I don't give a fuck bout what u sayin
I been too high spark up a blunt cuz shawty playin
Gotta new bitch said i'm the one its complicated
Cop a new fit buy what i want i'm gettin faded
Gucci on my feet im walkin round like i dont give a fuck
Stackin up my green now i got haters tryna test my luck
Take another hit i know i shouldn't but im out of love
Bitches love my shit i told them stay away im not enough
Cold im feelin sick
I'm out my mind hoppin out the whip
Shawty talkin shit
She outa line she take another sip
Walkin wit a limp
Feelin dope she compliment the fit
Take another hit
She said i'm different i seen some shit
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Writer(s): Henry Schroeder
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