OUTRO II Lyrics

Yeah, outro part 2 yeah, yeah

Yeah, I saw that opp at the top

B guys bein' back in the drop top

5-0, call it copper

Call me NLE , 'cause I got the choppa

That shit is cap, I'm a nice honcho

It's part two, you know it's the outro

Gotta stay sharp, just like Velcro

Hit me up, get off my cell phone

Woah, woah, woah, wolfacola explode

Growin' so fast, can never be slow

Makin' new sounds, about to explode

She want my Audi, askin' for show

Yeah, my road can never be high

Keep that shit on the low

Yeah, yeah

Woah, woah, woah, gotta go

Boutta ball with the bros, boutta ball like D-Rose

Rap like a pro, ballin' like a mo

On the like show, it's promo

It's wolfacola, that's the promo

We out to go, 0-4-4-0-1, yeah

Rockin' them boasts, yeah

Gotta make a toast

Gotta make a toast for the gang shit

Ballin' down Cambridge, get to Huey home

We gotta aim it, boutta stage it

Keep my money in my hand, bitch, I cannot hand it

Make it off with the gang, let's abandon some

Do it too fake, I cannot stand it

Tryna be like Janet or Janice

Like NBA, you know I'ma jam it

Metro, out show, full suit

Just like Seamus, yeah

Comin' at the top and we fuckin' locked in Ridin' round the block wolfacola never stoppin

First comes first, baby, I ain't even want this

Then you locked the door sayin' I can never stop this

off then went our clothes and baby we ain't waste no way

Went from A to I to K

And man, I never felt the flake

I try and rewrite all my wrongs

But I can't make none of them okay

Pulled from three to bag a baddie

Ten months down, erased away

Ayy

Let me tell you somethin' bout lil' miss that made that tape

Yeah, that bitch, she cheated

So I spoke back right away

i cheated right back on her by book hey that's my right

Never get caught lackin spence'

Cause K said it's on sight

Brodie don't even know he got hit By homie K

Grab that splat and click it back

And let that bitch go spray

Switch it to the right, don't do it twice now how's the fight?

Fuck that bitch, that dirty little bitch

Make it funny noises up the stairs below the hips

Get splat, split again, treat me like shit again

Bitch, you real tight, I go down and hit again

Fuck on my boy again, bitch, I can spin again

Don't give a shit, broad day, bitch, i'll kill a man

Countless motherfuckin' times, that you tried to come back

Even when i'm winnin' bitch, you'll always finish last

Turn to you homie bitch,

tellin that your feelin mine

thinkin i won't even know

it's like you ain't even tryin'