OUTBURST Lyrics

Girls are getting crazy

They can blow my head

Want a serious i don't need a bitch

Fucked a blond one

In my hotel room

Then she came back

I closed door with key

She forgot the bra

And wants it back

Don't want her in

And throw that to the street

Now she keep on writing and blow my phone

Like a bitch in the motherfucking Hotline Bling

GuGus basket on my feet fool

Eight hundred of shoes you can sit on the stool

Make a jump then i dive in the pool

Working and grinding there's nun i can loose

I don't freestyle cos the style ain't free

Like the trust and the love, DTB

She love my delicacy, my strain of weed

My passion, my hair, my eyes and my feel

BIG Nerf

Two hunna shots

The blue the orange they hole your throat

Or they hit you in the front

You ain not from the block

You ain not from the corner, don't talk about glock

Look me in my eyes and tell me that u ain't lying

They can catch the truth, boy, so then you can not lie

Secret haunt in the mountains, we fell in love with ice

14 for the dry, im sorry this the price

I was the youngest and weed in my pocket

Sit at the table and teach how to roll up

Everyone staring at me like a doctor

17 minutes, big finger got rolled up

Dripping in the street, wear designer

Head on da shoulders we focus

HMR Corporation moving faster

My double signature belt falls

I'm looking for your head I have to make a hole

Rolls a reefer, shaped like a prism

In the dm a girlfriend, yeah, roughly

You know that

I ride in the area with the weight

With my fam I can make a rage

Comfort in the place all is cool

Don't compare me to this or to that

You a fool

Kim Jon Gun

Hands up and down

It is down

Like the glass is down

That guy is slaughtered

His gritted mouth

His girl penetrated

Your face is gutted

You fuck with my team

I make you fall low

A thorn in the side

Smoking flowers then I'm stoned

Human bodies deprived of all the teeth

Thrown down, sloping terraces

Slaughtered, bags of grass

Your girl is a shit

Cash in all the four pockets

I don't want you at my table if you bring just your appetite

I put a finger in her gina

She just screamed i know she delighted

Listen how she scream loud

I think the neighbor going to knock

Have fingers that taste like fish

Fingered her in the middle of the track

First gives me head and speak different languages

And she do like that and she do like that

And she do like that and she do like that

But i like the situation

Smoking different flavors

MacOs connected to the cable

Hitting the mic with the motherfucking air mode

Switching different languages

But i still be breaking the beat

They have tried to rob me

But i still have all my shit

But i still have all my shit

But i still have all my shit