Wylin Out Lyrics

Loot chasing my occupation bag chasing the damn gang

Been fucking on her for two weeks can't tell her her damn name

She just got done suckin niggas up u kissed it damn shame

Got the pro touch when come it come currency ain't no 2k

Got damn why she still on me she built like coi leary

No disrespect to you shawty I like em thick gotta have stomach baby

Think my dick something like a drug she out here going crazy

Don't put them lips near my blunt I rolled this shit to face

Took the liq straight to the damn head ain't bring no fucking chaser

Can't make no promises to you boo she want brand new mercedes

White girl thinkin still thinkin she running shit bitch this is not the 80s

Rolling to much my fingers gettinng stiff i'm tryna count this paper

Nigga weird happened to lose his bitch and went hannah baker

Asking all these got damn questions bitch I said i'll call you later

Nah bae don't u dare take a shower i'm tryna taste the flavor

He over there pouring minute maid nigga that is not no quagen

Damn made her fall in love I wasn't tryin to

since she here open up chase navy and chime too

No regular glock all switches when they flying through

Gone see the car packed wit 6 bitches we riding through

He seen the bread but ain't no slackin we got 9's & 2's

He hella bold and tried some shit now we whippin haduken

Got the choppa rocking polo bet we go stupid

Drank made a nigga freeze up like he met medusa

Put a check on his head already let's just do it

Never met a 10 i couldn't replace already got a new bitch

We ain't gon tell the cops bout nun cause we gon scooby do shit

Average ass bitch getting chic fil a ain't no ruth chris

Yea i bet he got some bread wait till he pay his rent

Bet he splurge up on that bitch now he down to cents

We gone have a song wit herb no limits

We gone choose to fate tonight face got a whole new image

Which bitch i'm finna hit tonight i let jimmy pick it

Bitch think she really finna spend the night then she really trippin

How you pull up with a hunnid drum and you steady missing

I Know you hear that super charger crying this a different engine

Let em flock i'm talking bird bitch but not them piegon

Parked the Honda on da curb and knocked off her inches

Ian trippin what the word we gon solve all issues

Give me his name date and birth i'll grab credentials

Kept a minor with me case shit go bad glock 17

He tried to take her out the streets went and bought a ring

See I like to fuck and let em go that's the simple things

Free my nigga up out that celly he caught a first degree