Outie Like Saudi

(Chorus)
Aye, tell yo bitch to get up in the whip and now we outie aye
Gave me tip and that shit was just bomb like it was Saudi uh
Hit a lick and roll another one like it was loudy aye
Bump my shit up in your crib, you know that we about it aye

(Verse 1)
Roll another one uh
Know that shit's gone where we come from uh
Blown from the trick's Mom, got a loaded pump
Oh shit now all of my kids gone, oh fuck
All on her tits dogs, oh man
Bitch gon' flip out on me
But we gon' dig out on her 'fore she finds out
Homies saying I did a good job, oh yea
But we gon' keep it lowkey
Blowing OG in the '04 ford
With the 4 doors up man we keep it so dope
Everybody knows me like King Tu GOAT
Just dropped 3 songs everybody want more
Lived up in the streets just tryna sell hope
Y'all tryna sell dope nah fuck that shit
Y'all set us back like nah fuck that bitch
I'm the comeback kid
You don't know where I stay
You don't know where I've been
You don't know how to bang
You ain't heard bout the kid?
Fuck's wrong with your brain dang
Aye been chasing paper since the 5th grade
If the shit bang then let it play aye aye
What's wrong with the mixtape?
Just wait till that shit's fucking grade A

(Chorus)
Tell yo bitch to get up in the whip and now we outie aye
Gave me tip and that shit was just bomb like it was Saudi uh
Hit a lick and roll another one like it was loudy aye
Bump my shit up in your crib, you know that we about it aye

(Verse 2)
Finna put it on for my hometown
Ready to go now
Oh wow, flow is so cal
Oh god I now found my own sound
Got these bitches going so wild
Oh my goodness look at how I got it
I've been going auto pilot, way I've been shinin
Make a bili then I'm buying all these fucking islands
Fuck it I'ma cop it, I've been dreaming about these diamonds
I've been running short on time
I've been going columbine
Killing rappers one at a time
I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't mind getting head from a dime or my ex, hol' up sike fuck that bitch
I'd rather die, then be her next aye

(Chorus)
Tell yo bitch to get up in the whip and now we outie aye
Gave me tip and that shit was just bomb like it was Saudi uh
Hit a lick and roll another one like it was loudy aye
Bump my shit up in your crib, you know that we about it aye

(Verse 3)
Once I got it I ain't ever passing it
Bitches on their knees like Kaepernick
Hol' up wait a minute I ain't mad at them
I pack the pen, you acting up
I'm back again, with a bag of some huhh
I ain't passing this
I body tracks leave em disastrous, like Nazareth I mastered this uh
Chasing dollar bills, ye tell me how it feels
They popping pills, ye xans and percs
Ye what's the perk if you live with your mama still
Chasing dollar bills, ye tell me how it feels to be the man
You'll never land like Peter Pan
I feed the fam like hundred mills