Cant Go Out Sad

Yeah, talk to me

Huh, ha, ha

See, this day and age

These young **** getting paid

Wrist clear, Sprite, yeah

Mike Tyson bite, yeah

Cup real dirty, yeah

Motocross bike, yeah

We don't fist fight, no

Chopper real light

Double seal tight

Detroit got me right

Piccolo green, it's millions

And the old money got mildew

Kick her out 'cause she keep filming

They calling me Bob the Builder

Quavo Paul pierce 'em

Whip a ball, Wilson

Put my all in that bowl

Put my all in it

I want all my dogs to win it

I want all my dogs to win it

Remember my dog was sentenced

No, no

I ain't gon' take it back to the beginning

Just get in the Benz and sit in

Huh, come on

Standing in the trap, been a long day

Thinking 'bout putting insurance on my wrist and AK

Mama tired, daddy died, ain't no real housewives

Now it's no more crying 'cause we upper echelon

I can make a Tuesday go up like a Saturday

I don't play where you fools play

You must be from out of state

Molly, your girl dinner plate

You take her on dinner dates

Dabbing in Raf Simons

Yeah, I dress the honcho everyday

Yeah, Ricky Lake

Wrapped up, came from Kuwait

Everyday, everyday, young **** looking for bae

Got a bitch on Jimmy and she do whatever honcho say

Her boyfriend wanna be me

'Cause I keep that shit the gangster way

I got to put you down

Aye, man

These **** going out sad

I'm telling you, can't go out bad

No, especially 'bout that bitch

I'm not going out sad

I'm not going out sad

I'm not going out sad

Especially 'bout that bitch

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

Especially 'bout that bitch

Not 'bout the bitch

No, not 'bout the bitch

She call just for the dick

Ah, Lord, don't say that's your bitch

Aye, I'm young and rich

But I can strong arm a brick

I heard you was born a bitch

Rick Owens, they cost your rent

Pay up, straight up

Before John Wick have to put the K up

I'ma smash it, but we don't lay up

I'm a bachelor, get your weight up

Thought by now, bitch, you know where we from

Think it's sweet and we pull out a drum

You can be rich and a bum

I want it all, not some

She fucking for fame, for something

I think she came for money

I swear, I ain't hurting for nothing

So I just gave her the money

Hoes in my house like Hugh Hefner

But I'ma slay the bunnies

She going insane

She talk 'bout my main

Quit saying my name, lil mama

I got to put you down

Aye, man

These **** going out sad

I'm telling you, can't go out bad

No, especially 'bout that bitch

I'm not going out sad

I'm not going out sad

I'm not going out sad

Especially 'bout that bitch

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

Especially 'bout that bitch

I can't go out, sad about no bitch

Who me? Takeoff never mad about no bitch

Depressed, need to get some off my chest

Ain't stressed about that bitch

She let me nut on her chest, you still arrest that bitch

Bad, yeah lil' mama bad

You let her get the Jag' and crash

That's going out sad

You took her on a date with dad

The question is, boy, did you smash?

Been strong a week and a half

And everything you get to give that bitch half

Ah, man, god damn, these **** going out sad

Wifing hoes up, there's not one **** the hood done been had

Smack, cuff, but you can pass

Ignore but can't erase the past

She fool you once, shame on her

If she fool you twice, it's your ass

I got to put you down

Aye, man

These **** going out sad

I'm telling you, can't go out bad

No, especially 'bout that bitch

I'm not going out sad

I'm not going out sad

I'm not going out sad

Especially 'bout that bitch

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

I can't go out sad

Especially 'bout that bitch