OUTTALUCK Lyrics

Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter

Imma flutter like a butterfly

I got me a lil trouble

Growing up a little stubble

Losing my mind

Doing my time

Flipping a dime

I'm on my grind

Like all the mf time

Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter

Imma flutter like a butterfly

I got me a lil trouble

Growing up a little stubble

Losing my mind

Doing my time

Flipping a dime

I'm on my grind

Like all the mf time

Fuck yo two cents, I got a dollar and a dime

Fucked yo only two friends I got one up on yo grind

Committing crime way before I ever wrote a rhyme

Flipping gas for the time being seeing

As too young for a job too old for a hope

With the mindset I got I say fuck and throw in the coat

But lil bitches already know

How I walk and how I roll

How I step and how I stroll

And the way I live in control

Now I need me new rims on the mf whip

Want me twenty-twos on some wire spoke god damn rims

Know my windows they stay tinted

Ain't nobody fucking with it

But fuck you fuck it and anyone who's fucking with him

Every step feel like a leap

Falling head right over feet

Still you know my swisher sweet

But my blunt still make you weak

Because the pressure in my lungs

Got me higher then the Chong

Got me flying like I'm on the way to fuckin Hong Kong

Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter

Imma flutter like a butterfly

I got me a lil trouble

Growing up a little stubble

Losing my mind

Doing my time

Flipping a dime

I'm on my grind

Like all the mf time

Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter

Imma flutter like a butterfly

I got me a lil trouble

Growing up a little stubble

Losing my mind

Doing my time

Flipping a dime

I'm on my grind

Like all the mf time

Wish I had a new chain

Wish I had a new name

Wish I had a new brain

To organize all the days

That I spent playing games

Guess it caught up today

With no way to convey

Crumbling wit decay

Now while I ponder in my head

How we wander till we dead

Chasing dollars and the bread

Will we fall if we don't tread

On the track that they done set

Which direction are we led

If we just follow full of dread

It's going to catch up at the end

Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter

Imma flutter like a butterfly

I got me a lil trouble

Growing up a little stubble

Losing my mind

Doing my time

Flipping a dime

I'm on my grind

Like all the mf time

Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter

Imma flutter like a butterfly

I got me a lil trouble

Growing up a little stubble

Losing my mind

Doing my time

Flipping a dime

I'm on my grind

Like all the mf time

Now you studying my words tryna find the fuckin meaning

You are gon' see it you gon' see it

When I'm dripping and or leaking

How the fuck you gon' hate when I'm steady out here eating

How the fuck you gon' play when I'm steady out here feasting

And the jays on my feet should be enough for me

To prove to you I don't no damn luxury

Swear I'm humble and I'm modest

But just saying contradicts it

But myself I need some fixing and some money might just fix it

I should have like five cars

Ones with suicide doors

Pedal to the metal got the dash at triple digits

If I crash then know it's worth it

At least I went out fuckin swerving

Know my momma feeling nervous

Every time I leave the crib

Caught me a charge paid it off in the large

Blue bills like I'm marge chains torn off the bars

Call the cops I stole they cars

Police pursuit we going far

I relapsed crashed and scarred

Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter

Imma flutter like a butterfly

I got me a lil trouble

Growing up a little stubble

Losing my mind

Doing my time

Flipping a dime

I'm on my grind

Like all the mf time

Running out of luck get my mind up out the gutter

Imma flutter like a butterfly

I got me a lil trouble

Growing up a little stubble

Losing my mind

Doing my time

Flipping a dime

I'm on my grind

Like all the motherfucking time