"Goin Out Sad" lyrics

I'm runnin' right to them racks, yeah

Yeah, runnin' them racks up
These bitches they callin' me dad, huh
Flyin' first class
All of y'all niggas is last, huh
Send these bullets through ya
Leavin' that boy in the past, huh
Hit a hundred on the dash, huh
I pray to God that I won't crash, huh
We got extended mags, huh
Fuckin' that bitch from the back
Now she callin' me dad, huh
Her nigga goin' out sad, uh-huh
He a lame nigga, built like American Dad, uh-huh
[?] smokin' the facts, huh

She keep giving me brain, she giving me brain
Shawty keep goin' insane
Puttin' that bitch right up under my ring
Ooh, you the only thing I can't lose
Bitch, I'm out of my mind off these shrooms
Feel like a whole different person
I ain't tryna save, I splurge 'em
Pull up on me, Glocky left 'em with urgence
Lil' brodie got fucked by this Glock
But before that, that dude was a virgin
Yeah, I stay on the block, yeah, I serve it
Make that nigga bleed, he got a cervix

Yeah, runnin' them racks up
These bitches they callin' me dad, huh
Flyin' first class
All of y'all niggas is last, huh
Send these bullets through ya
Leavin' that boy in the past, huh
Hit a hundred on the dash, huh
I pray to God that I won't crash, huh
We got extended mags, huh
Fuckin' that bitch from the back
Now she callin' me dad, huh
Her nigga goin' out sad, uh-huh
He a lame nigga, built like American Dad, uh-huh
[?] smokin' the facts, huh