[Chorus]
Wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out
Hit him with a bottle, stomp his—, hit him with a bottle, stomp his—
Wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out
Hit him with a bottle, stomp his motherfucking lights out
Wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out
Hit him with a bottle, stomp his—, hit him with a bottle, stomp his—
Wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out
Hit him with a bottle, stomp his motherfucking lights out
[Verse]
Shout out to Yung Copo, I know you know he's my fucking dude
They claim, "It's a drill" 'til one of them be on the fucking news (Woo)
He say that he hot as me, I know that's a no-no (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Bitch, I keep my nine on me, and I ain't talking Tony Romo
He say we ain't drilling how he drilling, is he serious? (Woo)
Slugs'll leave him bleeding like a bitch who on her period
Niggas think they scaring me, but I know that they soft as hell
Slugs in the nine same size as a taco shell
I go hard, so I don't fuck with pussy niggas
You a pussy nigga fan, I'm a pussy nigga killer (Killer)
I wеnt from being broke to having knots and rubberbands now
Running your mouth and it'll bе another man down
Your bitch a busser, so you know she getting piped down
He owe me some money and I want my shit right now
He geeked up, so I guess he wanna fight now (What up?)
Hit him with a bottle, stomp his motherfucking lights out (L's)
[Chorus]
Wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out
Hit him with a bottle, stomp his—, hit him with a bottle, stomp his—
Wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out
Hit him with a bottle, stomp his motherfucking lights out
Wild Out was written by FBG Duck & Waka Flocka Flame.