Outta Country Lyrics

I'm out the country thinkin' how the fuck I make it here

I been workin' hard as a motherfucker, a break is fair

No need to question shit I do, no need to take it there

Bitches in Aruba with curacao drinks and Haitian hair

Can't make it fair, it's about the work you puttin' in

Niggas must be signed to Druski talkin' what you could've been

Got my money up, you pressin' me bout' what I couldn't send

Before I got my paper up, but now a nigga good again

Now these niggas needin' favors from the boy, remember I was broke

Couldn't even get a boy a penny, couldn't give me hope

Couldn't imagine trips with my bitch, but now we on the boat

Room with the balcony, three bands, this ain't no fuckin' joke

I ain't tryna say a nigga rich, feel like I'm gettin' close

Every time the pressure got on me, I wasn't gettin' ghost

Damn right I gotta pop my shit, I gotta do the most

Couldn't get a cut, I was fucked up, a nigga didn't post

I was in the studio till 3 a.m. with Esco

Stick talk with Dracos and AK steppin' on necks, bro

Say you want the bitch to bounce on you like she a check, bro

How you want the bitch to bounce and you ain't gotta check, bro

Water blue just like the hundreds, spendin' shit without a budget

See a ring you want, then fuck it, Effie Hyman, no discussion

Trippin' with my bitch, I love it, feet in that Aruba sand

Light skin with the freckles, lay on your stomach and get a Aruba tan

Or get a Curacao tan, or get a Bahama tan

I don't give a fuck which one you get

Yeah, trippin' with my bitch, I love it

Trippin', yeah, trippin' with my bitch, I love it

Yeah, trippin' with my bitch, I love it

Get what you want, ain't no budget, pick it up, ain't no discussion

Yeah, trippin' with my bitch, I love it

Mwah