Outro. Lyrics

Fuck your feelings this the closet thing you finna get to no ceilings

They trying to pull my card because they see me out here dealing

But if you act up I'll put more dots on your head than Krillin

Yea I'm chilling I try and tell them don't get mad if she catch feelings

No I ain't from Pittsburg but your boy finna stealer I'm smoking on

That killer if you looking unfamiliar my glock getting real familiar

La familia by my side and they always down to ride see we ain't the

Type to hide we going to roll like tide but you can find me in the

Swamp with a gator on my hat and since I'm coming out of Florida

Got some haters on my back in fact I'm about to hit them up

Name the glock after my X because that bitch is getting dumped

You can find me with a double pump or double cupped getting

Slumped with a blunt and some Vicodin about to get rid of these rappers

You would think I was recycling rifling through some ar's and some m4's

Rifling and I been throwing beans around trying to get green like some

Saibamen don't like the route that rap been going to I'm about to put some

Milage in its that young chico with a nose full of Perico I'm the shit

You don't even matter fecal fuck your feelings pussy rappers what the

Fuck is you gone do I'm throwing more bars out than the Covid flu

And I been masked up way before this too bitch