TOUR SONG

[Verse 1: EDDISON]
Ayy, can't come when I'm leavin'
I just had to pop another seal for the evenin'
Big guns, big gust of wind when I'm smokin'
Big cups of lean, like the size of the ocean
I don't got no opps because I killed all my opponents
I don't got no problems, all this drank killed my emotions
Bitch, I own it, everythin' I motherfuckin' got, bitch, I own it
Everything I motherfuckin' bought, I don't owe shit
I walk up in the spot, catch a hit, bitch, that's a bonus
Y'all niggas ain't gon' catch me with the motherfuckin'— huh, brr
Can't talk about it, but this shit sound like a rattle
Okay, if this was a war, bitch, I'd win every battle
Okay, bitch ride the dick like a saddle
Gangsta, this Perc' gavе me wings like a Redbull
And wе still be outside, pushin' eggroll, lil' bitch
All my niggas is the reason there's no ammo, lil' bitch

[Verse 2: Lil Darkie]
Doin' all these shows, my shins feel like Jell-O, lil' bitch
When I see your ass, I don't even say hello, lil' bitch
Smokin' zaza, these niggas rollin' yellow ass shit
You get knocked off, we doin' shows, gettin' shit in
Smokin'— bop, bop, bop, brr, buh
When I hop up on the mic, these niggas don't know what to do
Makin' songs in the hotel room with my crew
We just crossed over the border, they were askin' what we do
And the blunt so fat that it look like poo
And the blunt so fat it look like a can of beans
And the girl so bad, like she on a magazine
PS4 in the van, no PS3
And we fuckin' up the commas like DS2
Way back in the day I played DS Lite
Poured too much lean, yeah, I need more Sprite
You ain't on my level, you can't reach my height

[Verse 3: Afourteen]
I been movin' state to state, cross the borders with my fingers up and three AKs
Stack my money like a waiter swingin' by to grab a plate
What you doin' that much for?
They jump inside the pit, I treat that shit like Double Dutch
Dirty bitch, she tryna grab the dick like "Thank you very much"
I'm out in Canada, lil' bitch, I'm higher than a leaf
Uh, different day, different states, these boys tryna be me, still
What's inside my cup? Nothin', lil' bitch, I need a refill
Walkin' through the building, yeah, you know just where the fuck we at
Sold out show in Detroit, yeah, you know we 'bout to run it back
Crazy how I'm in a different country all because of rap
Crazy how I sit back hella lazy, countin' plenty racks
I been goin' so hard, where you at?
You ain't goin' nowhere, sittin' fat
I been gettin' so rich, 'bout to take a money bath
Yeah, I bet that I could point and take your bitch, yeah, that's a fact
Yeah, hangin' out the window with a pole
Fell asleep and wake up in a different state that I don't even know
I just did like nine shows, 'bout to do some more
Hopped up in the crowd too much, I think I broke his nose
Run around, in some fuckin' town that I don't know about
'Bout to burn it down and get some money, then we rollin' out
Could give a fuck about all that bullshit music that you puttin' out
Yeah, Spider Gang gon' put the venue up in flames, can't put 'em out

[Chorus: Afourteen]
Put 'em out, think you fuckin' up, lil' bitch, we put you out
Yeah, put 'em out, think you fire, we put you out
Yeah, put 'em out, yeah, put 'em out, yeah
Yeah, put 'em out, think you lit, we put you out

[Verse 4: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Shoes on my feet, Balenciaga, yeah, I bought it
Told 'em we was gonna get that money, that's a profit
Makin' so much money, that I might just catch a audit
Niggas sayin' that they gettin' money, they should stop it
Smoke another blunt and now I'm high like a cockpit
And you know a nigga kicks fly, like a drop kick
This beat is so fire, I don't need no Fronto, bitch, I'm not a bank so I can't let you borrow
The show is sold out in Toronto tomorrow, another sold-out show, day after tomorrow
I woke up this mornin', can't remember nothin', I'm smokin' on za, it's the best shit in London
And I'm on a trip, so I shouldn't show nothin', but WENDIGO walkin', I might just throw hundreds
Back where I'm from, niggas shoot at you twice, got a scarf on my head like I'm out in Dubai
I'm gettin' so high, might cry, finna cover my eyes, feel like I'm gonna die
I keep gettin' fried, remember way back when my grandma had died
Told these niggas "One day, I'll be in the sky"
Cannot go back on these niggas, these niggas is mad 'cause they feel like we ain't even try
The Fendi sunglasses, the Gucci sunglasses, the Louis sunglasses, they cover my eyes
These niggas ain't gettin' no money, so you know that I can't hang out with them guys

[Chorus: Afourteen]
Put 'em out, think you fuckin' up— put 'em out— put 'em out— put 'em out— put 'em out—
Put 'em out, think you fuckin' up, lil' bitch, we put you out, uh
Yeah, put 'em out, think you fire, we put you out
Yeah, put 'em out, yeah, put 'em out, yeah
Yeah, put 'em out, think you lit, we put you out