Out That Door Lyrics

Mm, Ronnie made this shit

You know, I'm pretty sure Ronnie made this shit

I don't know for sure

Oh, yeah, um, Ronnie made this shit

Bitch

Yeah, calls my phone

I don't got no feelings anymore

I tried to crawl back, then she kicked me out that door

The only thing I care about is smoking all this dope

Yeah, miserable in this small town, can't call it my home

Yeah, we went our own directions, but I'm still just all alone

Hollywood is a dream, cause I'm gonna end up unknown

Waiting for the day that a label calls my phone

Yeah, calls my phone

I don't got no feelings anymore

I tried to crawl back, then she kicked me out that door

The only thing I care about is smoking all this dope

Yeah, I'm gone, gone, gone, yeah

Smoking that gan, that ganja

That bitch strung me along, along, yeah

Hotboxing, fogged, fogged yeah

Yeah, they told me Saturn, yeah, you lost it

All these diamonds on my neck, it dripping like a faucet

See that fit for 10k, but you know I'm a cop it

Send him to the sky like a motherfucking rocket, yeah

Heard that boy be talking when I'm not around

Better pray to God, better not let your guard down

If you want that gas, yeah, pull up cause we got pounds

Take one hit of my shit and feel your fucking heart pound

Miserable in this small town, can't call it my own

We went our own directions, but I'm still just all alone

Hollywood is a dream cause I'm gonna end up unknown

Waiting for the day that a label calls my phone

Yeah, calls my phone

I don't got no feelings anymore

I tried to crawl back, then she kicked me out that door

The only thing I care about is smoking all this dope

All this dope