"Outro" lyrics
(feat. KC)
[KC:]
Shawty, why you tripping on me?
I've been in the booth with no sleep
Fly you 'cross the world, that's on me
Got her shaking ass till half three
No, I didn't mean to break your heart
Switch upon my brother, I can't play that part
All that juice and all that pain, it ain't gon' make it far
Know a nigga did the same and now he's smoking hard
[Booter Bee:]
Why they acting like they know me if they know nothing about me?
I'm a rebel like Rowdy, turned my block hot, Saudi
Bro, I shot the whole strip off and I never thought twice
If they catch me in this car, it won't be a court fine
Free my guys on the wing, free G and free Max
It's been one week, I've lost three cars and straps
It hits deep, they put my guy Jamz six feet
I didn't cry or drink whisky, I just spun it like a Frisbee
I shot one bro, shot a next
And the way I beat my gun, you'd think I've got Tourette's
Don't be tripping, if I ring it, that's you on a bed
Glock-9's with copper heads
And I ain't arguing, I'd rather shoot an opp instead
[KC:]
Shawty, why you tripping on me?
I've been in the booth with no sleep
Fly you 'cross the world, that's on me
Got her shaking ass till half three
No, I didn't mean to break your heart
Switch upon my brother, I can't play that part
All that juice and all that pain, it ain't gon' make it far
Know a nigga did the same and now he's smoking hard
Shawty, why you tripping on me?
I've been in the booth with no sleep
Fly you 'cross the world, that's on me
Got her shaking ass till half three
No, I didn't mean to break your heart
Switch upon my brother, I can't play that part
All that juice and all that pain, it ain't gon' make it far
Know a nigga did the same and now he's smoking hard
[Booter Bee:]
Why they acting like they know me if they know nothing about me?
I'm a rebel like Rowdy, turned my block hot, Saudi
Bro, I shot the whole strip off and I never thought twice
If they catch me in this car, it won't be a court fine
Free my guys on the wing, free G and free Max
It's been one week, I've lost three cars and straps
It hits deep, they put my guy Jamz six feet
I didn't cry or drink whisky, I just spun it like a Frisbee
I shot one bro, shot a next
And the way I beat my gun, you'd think I've got Tourette's
Don't be tripping, if I ring it, that's you on a bed
Glock-9's with copper heads
And I ain't arguing, I'd rather shoot an opp instead
[KC:]
Shawty, why you tripping on me?
I've been in the booth with no sleep
Fly you 'cross the world, that's on me
Got her shaking ass till half three
No, I didn't mean to break your heart
Switch upon my brother, I can't play that part
All that juice and all that pain, it ain't gon' make it far
Know a nigga did the same and now he's smoking hard
